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[coldfanbou]

Lewd thought on Yuju wearing skimpy clothes at home, and as her neighbour you sometimes see her changing in her living room as she "forgets" to cover the curtains but she actually knows you are looking at her and the thought of it turns her on

Thicc Yuju agenda

It was nice dressing in the freedom of your own home. Yuju could dress herself anywhere she desired and as of late she dressed herself in her living room. Of course, because she lived alone she didn't bother wearing clothes around the house.

Yuju only ever wore clothes when she was leaving to do something and if she forgot to take her clothes off when she came back. At the moment, she was doing her favorite activity. Getting dressed for her schedule within your full view. Yuju purposefully lingered and delayed putting on her panties and shorts. She knew she was giving you the perfect view of her pink cunt and shapely ass. As much as she wanted to look over the neighboring building to see your expression she kept to herself.

Yuju only turned to pick up her shirt off the couch, flashing you with her perky tits before pulling the fabric over her shirt. The worst part about all this was the fact she got wet doing it and couldn't do a thing about it until she got back home.

[freelyimmortalspark]

[gravuredrips]

kris1ten0

She has a nice sexy pout.

She also turned 25 in Oct 2025, making her a 2000 baby. Don't be fucking creeps, guys. Be pervs, but be ethical pervs.

HER CAPTION: 𝐇𝐢, 𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 👓

HER GIRL FRIEND'S COMMENT: 💦💦💦

HER INNOCENT REPLY: waterbomb ?

She's got that sexy adorkable goofball look that turns me on so much.

Love this attitude.

She looks fucking sexy with glasses, and then she does these things with her mouth that...ohhhhh.

We're about to see bikini pics soon, aren't we?

Gawd.

"Pillows," huh?

You know what, I love a confident woman who's feeling herself.

Having such naughty thoughts right now, fuck.

[coldfanbou]

Purchased and Plowed

Wifey Mina has been sold to pay for her husband's debt. Good thing she actually likes it.

Length 2.5K

Mina X Mreader

Mina took deep breaths, keeping her eyes shut as she mentally prepared herself for what was going to happen. It wasn’t the first time, and she was sure it wasn’t going to be the last. She just had to keep up the act. Mina grabbed her arms as they shook. She remembered the last time they had come here. He had promised that it wouldn’t happen again, but as it turned out, that was a lie. Now here she was, ready to be the bargaining chip. After the first experience, Mina had learned a lot about herself, mainly that she loved fucking other men. Still, she had to keep up the pretext that she didn’t want to go through with it. 

In her mind, however, Mina was imagining all the things that could happen. The aphrodisiacs were going to be a repeat; at the very least, she was sure about it. Other than that, everything could be different. A part of her hoped that it would be a group again; she vividly remembered all the hands that touched her body—the way she was used like a piece of meat. Mina gripped her arms, her breathing quickening as she reveled in that memory. There was a knock on the door, bringing her out of her memories. She stood up quickly and bowed as the door opened. 

“Come along, it's time.” Mina rose from her bow and followed the worker, her dress, if you could call it that, flowing with every step. The “dress” could easily be considered lingerie. The skirt portion only covered the sides, leaving the front and back of Mina’s body exposed; her silk panties were the only thing keeping people from seeing her bare slit. The body of the dress was also revealing, pushing up Mina’s breasts while giving an ample view of her bosom. In general, Mina’s outfit would be considered something of a slutty bride. The idea of being taken in such an outfit aroused Mina further. 

Soon, Mina was led to the center of the stage. She placed her hands over her crotch, covering it as much as she could while you and the other customers stared at her from your rooms. The platform Mina stood on spun slowly as an announcer came over the speakers. “Our next piece is Mina. Standing at 163 centimeters, the 28-year-old office worker is here to repay her husband’s gambling debts. If enough money isn’t raised in the first round, she’ll be put back on stage until her husband’s debt is settled after the first customer has had their fill of her, of course.” Mina shivered. She imagined herself being presented to the buyers again, panties around her ankles, cum running down her leg, while her makeup was ruined. 

“Let’s start the bidding at one million yen.” The announcer told everyone. “One million yen,” he repeated as one of the lights over the rooms lit up. “How about two?” Another light turned on a second later. Mina stood in the center, turning her head when she noticed another light go up, then another. Soon, she was up to ten million yen, already more than she made in a year. Mina listened as it doubled, then tripled. 

“At this point, the amount should cover the debt,” Mina thought to herself. The bids continued, though. 

When the bids began to slow down, a screen lit up, visible to each customer. “Please continue bidding. This is a reminder of what this young woman can do.” Mina looked at the screens, her face turning red. A video of her last experience here was playing, it must’ve been late into it as her face was covered in cum, almost glistening as she sucked on a customer’s cock. Mina covered her eyes, keeping a small gap between her fingers open so she could watch herself. The lustful look on her face, the way her muffled moans filled the room. Mina could remember that moment vividly, especially the way the customer had filled her throat with cum. The video shifted downward, toward her cunt. Mina felt like her face was on fire as she watched herself beg for it harder. As much as she would’ve claimed it was the aphrodisiacs making her act that way, Mina knew it was who she really was. 

The bids sped up again, continuing to rise. The amount reached one hundred million yen, then stopped. The announcer called for another bid once, then twice, before finally the matter was settled. The platform Mina was on came to a stop, and her buyer’s door opened. The earlier worker returned to the platform and handed Mina a drink. The young woman spun it in its glass, the purple hue shining brilliantly under the lights. Mina knew the process; she drank it all in one go, the sickly sweet taste making her wince slightly. Mina put her hands to her side and walked toward the room. Her body felt warm all over. As she stepped inside, she laid eyes on you. 

The door shut behind her, and Mina was left all alone with you, her eyes glued to your cock. She bit her fingertip as she stared, her panties already wet. The aphrodisiac she drank was already hitting her, the strength of it making her head spin. “Come over here,” you tell the young woman. Mina takes a few steps toward you before you stop her. “On your knees.” Mina follows along, kneeling before crawling toward you, her hips swaying with each move. You stroke your cock in front of the young woman, her eyes never leaving it, her mouth filling with slobber as she nears you. 

Mina opened her mouth as she reached you, sticking her tongue out. You give the young woman a slight nod as Mina wraps her lips around your shaft, her tongue swirling around the tip as she places her hands on your lap. You push Mina’s head down, forcing her to take your cock further. She does so with ease, bobbing her head. You grunt. Mina was enjoying this as far as you could tell. “You’re a secret slut, aren’t you?” Mina doesn’t answer; she can barely hear you as she focuses solely on your cock, her legs becoming slick with her nectar the longer she tastes you. You chuckle, seeing the young woman so focused on you. You push her head further, your cock hitting the back of her throat. 

Mina’s forced away, gagging on your cock. A strand of saliva connects her lips to you. She breathes heavily, her eyes half-lidded as she looks at you. You push Mina down again, slapping your cock against her tongue. She giggles as you tease her; she wants nothing more than your cock right now. You let go of the young woman and order her to stand up. Once she rises, you tap her legs, signalling her to straddle you. Mina does so slowly, her cunt rubbing against your shaft. You force her dress down, revealing her modest tits to you. You place one hand on her chest, kneading the soft flesh before pulling her nipple between your thumb and index finger: Mina winces, a soft moan escaping her lips. “You like this, don’t you?” 

You had meant the situation, being sold for a time and fucked by strangers. Mina, with her clouded mind, only thought you meant the pain. “I love it,” You smile and pull on her nipple again. Mina moans in response, her hips rocking back and forth as she becomes hungrier. You let go of her tit and slide your hand over her panties, feeling her wet slit. “I-I need it,” Mina moaned. 

You slide Mina’s panties to the side and rub her slit. She lets out a gasp, letting it turn into a moan. “You’re a dirty little bride,” 

“I’ll be your dirty little bride,” Mina replies quickly. She presses her body against yours, moaning as your fingers slide into her needy cunt. “Mmm, deeper, please.” You push your fingers deeper into Mina, then pull them out. Mina’s about to question you until she feels your cock slide into her. She arches her back and fills the room with her moan as your cock stretches her. With your hands on her waist, you pull Mina down, forcing every inch into her tight body. Her legs shake as she feels you moving inside her. Mina can hardly catch her breath before you bounce her on your cock a few times. Her mind goes hazy from the sudden influx of pleasure. 

“Ride me,” Mina nods at your request and steadies herself. It was hard to balance on the couch with her heels on, so she threw them off before holding onto your shoulders and beginning to move. Mina moves slowly at first, or she tries to, but you grab her waist and speed her up. Mina moans loudly as you get her up to speed. When you let go, she’s moving quickly on her own. Her muscles flexing and making her walls tighten around you. 

“I-is this good, sir?” Mina moans through heavy breaths. You spank the young woman, feeling her firm ass for the first time. You keep your hands on the firm pieces of flesh, aiding Mina as she bounces on your cock. As the aphrodisiac grows stronger in her body, Mina speeds up further. You spank Mina, making her grit her teeth as the pain mixes with pleasure. 

“That’s it, bounce on it, whore,” Mina follows your orders, bouncing on your cock quickly, occasionally stopping to grind against you, but quickly going back to moving. Mina moans as you knead her ass, her walls tightening as she nears her first climax. You help Mina further along, ramming your length into her. Mina cries out in pleasure as you drive your cock deep into her cunt. She cums first, sinking onto your cock as her legs give out. You move her along your cock a few more times before burying yourself inside her warm cunt and sullying the “bride.” 

You give the young woman a moment to rest, letting your cum swim around inside her womb before lifting her off your cock. You stand up and drag Mina to her feet, turning her toward the glass behind you. Mina had hardly noticed it when she came in. You rub your cock against her slick folds and push back in slowly. Mina moans softly as you fill her again, her train of thought interrupted. 

You pull out and drive your cock into Mina’s tight cunt, pressing her against the window. The cold glass rubs against her nipples, making her moans grow louder. You hold one of Mina’s arms against her back as you thrust into her. Mina was loving your forcefulness; her husband was never like this. She would push her ass back against you, trying to get you in deeper, even though you were already ramming into her womb. You spanked the firm pieces of flesh. “Fuck,” Mina grunted out, the pain and pleasure mixing into beautiful bliss as you continued to use her body. You watched her body bounce against yours, her ass jiggling violently as you slammed against it. Mina was already nearing her climax; she could hardly contain herself. “I’m cumming, sir,” she whined. You ignore the young woman’s warning and continue to drive your cock into the warm cavern, her walls clamping down on your cock. They flexed around you constantly, massaging your cock. 

“Don’t cum yet. I have a surprise for you,” you tell the young woman. Unfortunately, Mina couldn’t control herself. Her knees knock against each other as you take her from behind. Her walls try to milk you despite you needing a little bit longer to cum. You could feel her body’s desperation, the neediness she had. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry for cumming, sir.” Mina moaned, head pressed against the glass as she tried her best to hold herself together as waves of pleasure continued to crash over her. You let go of Mina’s arm. She presses it to the glass as you snake your hand around to the front of her body, tweaking her sensitive clit. Mina cries out, head shooting back and tongue sticking out of her mouth as you force her to cum again. “I’m sorry!” She yells out, her walls continuing to clamp down on your cock. 

“You ruined the surprise,” you tell Mina. It didn’t matter too much; you just needed to get her close to cumming again. You thought about it for a moment. Maybe you didn’t need to do that if you kept forcing her to cum. Your thrusts become rougher, and you pull Mina’s long hair back. Mina balls her fist, the overwhelming pleasure bringing her to another climax as you flick her clit. 

“Sir!” Mina cries, the constant rush she felt from the climaxes turning her to mush. You sneak your hand away from her clit for a moment and flick a switch. The glass changed, and Mina could see her husband on the other side. He was facing her, but by the looks of it, he couldn’t see her. Mina couldn’t tell that, though; she thought her husband was watching her get fucked, and that set her off. Mina’s walls clamped down around your cock. As you repeatedly hit her G-spot, you made the young woman squirt. Mina’s hips thrust forward, her nectar spraying against the glass. 

“That’s it, keep cumming in front of your husband,” you grunt, your hand reaching for her engorged clit.

“Oh my god,” Mina whined, her body following your orders. Mina continued cumming, her nectar flowing like a fountain as you continued your ways. Your thrusts sped up her tight cunt, finally bringing you to orgasm again. You buried yourself inside Mina, soiling her cunt with your cum. Mina’s eyes rolled back, her body shaking as she caught one last glimpse of her husband. The young woman was broken. You pulled her away from the one-way glass and bent her over the couch. You deliver rough smacks to her ass before pulling on her hair again. A lax smile was on the young woman’s face. Her voice was hoarse, but you heard her clearly: “Let me see him.” You smile and bring her back up, letting Mina watch her unaware husband as you fucked her again. Mina never knew how good it felt to watch her husband while she acted out such dirty acts with another man. 

When you were done with the young woman, Mina wondered how she could get into this situation again. She was rubbing her creamy slit as her husband entered the room. He got to see the aftermath, cum pouring out of Mina’s cunt onto the floor, her drying nectar on the glass. Mina’s entire body was slick, a mixture of cum that had escaped her lips and sweat. It didn’t matter that her husband was trying to help her; all she could think about was getting fucked in front of him again. It was her only desire.

[coldfanbou]

https://fxtwitter.com/chopsticks_1111/status/2040753358349431078

Lewd thought on Yuju in this cheongsam entertaining her boss?

Yuju pretty

Yuju stroked your cock slowly, her hand sliding along from the base to the tip. "Do you like that, sir?" A groan was enough to confirm it for her. Yuju wrapped her lips around the head first, forming a tight seal before bobbing her head. She inched along your cock, her skilled tongue moving along the sides of your shaft while her hand kept moving along the base.

In her other hand she cradled your balls, giving them gentle squeezes as in time with her head movements. Yuju could feel herself getting wet, she hadn't worn panties today and her thighs were beginning to become slick. She wanted to get to the good part but Yuju also didn't want to miss out on her snack.

She bobbed her head quickly now, her tongue lashing against your cock as she covered it in her spit. She felt your hand on the back of her head and happily prepared herself, taking a deep breath as you theust into the back of her throat. The sloppy wet sounds of your cock bashing into the back of her throat were followed with your moans. Yuju pressed her tongue against your cock, letting her feel it throb as you got close to cumming.

She held onto your legs as you fucked her face, saliva splattering onto her face before you buried yourself in her mouth and came. Yuju savored the salty taste of your cum, greedily drinking it all up as one of her hands dipped under her dress and rubbed her clit.

You pull out of the young woman's mouth and order her to ride you. Yuju stands up quickly, her face messy. She wipes it with her arm before raising her dress and climbing on top of you, eager to please you.

[authorhjk1]

Punishment

(Handong X Male Reader)

"So what? It's not like you're my boyfriend."

"You're right. I'm not."

You take a good look at Handong's stage outfit. It was already slutty to begin with. A sports bra, a see through jacket, loose pants and even her panties sticking out.

"But I don't want everyone to stare at what's mine."

"Yours?"

Handong furrows her brows.

"Yes. Mine."

You take a step closer, the two of you standing almost nose to nose. Well, if Handong was taller.

"I might be Jiu's boyfriend. But you all agreed to satisfy me, whenever and wherever. And I don't like you showing off what is only ment for me."

"Really? What about Yooheyon then?"

Handong's snappy tone makes you roll your eyes. Here we go again. With this never ending I-throw-another-member-under-the-bus-so-I'm-not-the-only-one-getting-punished thing.

"I will take care of Yooheyon's ass later. But I'm here for yours now."

Handong's cheeks turn pink. She always becomes this shy and pure whenever you tell her that you want her. It's cute, no doubt. But it's the total opposite of who she really is.

Her eyes wander to the bag in your hand, which she glanced at occasionally since you walked into her room. And finally you open it up. The young woman can feel her whole body becoming warmer as you take out a big bottle of lube. You put it into her hand without looking up, too busy with taking out the next item.

Handong herself is still looking at the bottle, too focused on imagining if she can take your punishment. That's why she doesn't see the push coming. With a yelp, her back hits the sheets. You quickly get on top of her and turn her around. Stripping her off her jacket is just a matter of seconds. When Handong finally starts to struggle, you've already tied one of her hands to the bedpost.

"What aree you doing?"

"What does it look like, princess?"

Her cheeks flush once more, but she keeps up the struggle. Sitting on top of her, you press her into the sheets with your own weight. Handong is completely helpless as you tie her second wrist to the other bedpost.

"Wait. Can't I make it up to you?"

"Oh, you will. Don't you worry about that."

Your tone makes Handong fight back harder, but to no use. Moments later, her legs are all tied up too.

"Oh come one. It's not like I had much of a choice. The company gave me the outfit."

You don't answer, but instead raise her hips with one hand and pull down her pants with the other. Revealing the rest of her already partially exposed panties, you let Handong's body fall back on the sheets.

"I promise I'll be good from now on."

Despite being completely tied up, Handong still pulls on the ropes on her wrists.

"I recognize that bottle. Yooheyon said you used it on her when..."

She comes to a hold, once again putting on a shy act. You let your hands roam her cheeks, giving them a squeeze here and there. It makes her lift her hips off the bed involuntarily. In a swift motion, you pull off her panties.

You hear her gasp as you are greeted with Handong's ass and pussy. The latter already visibly wet.

"When you tried out that your new toy on her. She said she couldn't leave the bed that day, because she couldn't walk."

You place your hand on of her cheeks and reach down with your thumb to play with her folds a little. Handong's breath hitches at your touch.

"A-Are you going to use it on me too?"

"No, princess."

A harsh spank hits her completely by surprise. Her mewl makes you smile.

"I need to punish you properly."

Reaching for the bottle, you open it and tilt it on its head. The clear liquid hits Handong's cheeks soon after. You wait for a good while, probably emptying one forth of the entire bottle. Once you're satisfied, you let it fall next to you.

Handong lets a moan slip out of her mouth as you massage the lube into her cheeks. Her porcelain like skin starts to glow in the light of her room. Her ass looks so much better this way. You can't help but bite your lip. More moans leave her lips as you keep coating her ass with the lube.

After quickly getting rid off your clothes, you coat your cock in the same liquid. You scoot a little closer, now almost sitting on her ass, pressing her cheeks upwards a little. It makes them look slightly bigger as you push your cock between them. You see her grabbing onto the ropes, bracing herself for what's to come.

"Damn, princess."

You groan as you push your tip into the ring of tight muscles. Handong let's out a deep moan. You don't need to slowly ease her into anal anymore. By now, Handong is almost taking you inside her asshole on a daily basis. It's just the first time you've tied her up.

"Oh, gosh."

Her eyes are shut tightly as you push further. The lube making it easier for you, but you still have to come to a hold eventually, waiting for her ass to get accustomed to being filled. But eventually, you can start to fuck Handong properly.

Her mewls and whines echo through the room as you pound her ass from behind. She doesn't have a choice. She can only take it. Like the good little princess she is. Or at least that's what she is supposed to be.

You hold onto her cheeks for now. Slightly spreading them apart, the oily skin still glistening in the light. A gorgeous sight. You watch your cock going in and out of her ass, her tight muscles already loosening up. Shortly after, you can fuck Handong's ass as rough as you would fuck the other's pussies.

Too focused on her cheeks, you only notice after some time that her moans have become quieter. Looking at her, you see that her head as dropped. Face first into her pillow. You reach forward, grabbing her pink pigtails.

"Oh god, yes!"

Handong's cry makes you fuck her harder as you you use her pigtails as handle bars. Her tight ass squeezes your cock. Unlike Yooheyon, Handong can actually take quite a lot. So you don't have trouble speeding up, making sure your hips clap against her cheeks.

And idea comes to mind. You take both her pigtails in one hand and reach with the other for her phone, which she put down next to her on the bed, when you entered her room. Handong suddenly becomes quiet, when she hears the calling sound.

"W-Who are you calling?"

"Don't worry, princess."

"Hello?"

You hear your girlfriend's voice through the phone. Instead of answering, you place it right in front of Handong's face on the pillow. Taking her pigtails in both hands once more, you start to fuck her again.

"Hello?"

Jiu asks again. And despite her desperate efforts, Handong soon answers with a string of desperate moans. She is turning into a mess underneath you, while her leader praises her on the other side of the line.

"Good girl, Handong. I hope you're satisfying my boyfriend? Just take it and be good. You know how much I love you, right?"

You can't see her face, but you would bet everything you have on the fact that Handong's embarrassment is at an all time high. You bite your lip, feeling a familiar feeling in your stomach at the thought. You let go of her pink hair, making Handong's head fall back into the pillow and with that onto her phone as well. Her nose touches the screen, cutting Jiu's praises short.

Sooner rather than later, unfortunately, you find yourself nearing your orgasm. You wish you could fuck her tight hole for longer, but you know you can't take much more.

"Fuck, Handong. I'm gonna creampie your ass."

Only a moan leaves her lips, but that's confirmation enough for you.

You go faster and harder for one last time. Doing your best to properly pound her ass.

With a groan, you come to a hold. You lean down on her as you feel her ass milking your cock. Handong gasps as she feels your cum fill her puckered hole. After a couple of moments, you thrust into her a couple of times, making sure you push your seed as deep inside of her as possible.

Eventually, you climb off her used body. Handong doesn't move. Her face once more in her pillow, her face red in embarrassment. You find it cute that Handong becomes shy when you cum inside of her.

But when she hears the door open, she finally looks over her shoulder.

"W-Where are you going?"

"Like you said, Yooheyon needs to be punished too."

"And you're gonna leave me here?"

"Did you think your punishment is over already?"

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Hi guys!

Just a short fic for Handong. I needed to get this out of my system, so I can get back to writing SNSD Village. Hope you guys enjoyed it.

Stay healthy everyone!

[8pax]

Tomboy

The prom hall buzzed like a hive, string lights draped across the ceiling casting a warm glow over the dance floor where couples swayed awkwardly to some overplayed ballad. I adjusted my tie for the tenth time, feeling like a penguin in this rented tux, waiting for SinB to show. We'd been paired up by the committee—some dumb "random assignment" to mix things up—and she'd grumbled about it for weeks. "Prom's for losers who peak in high school," she'd said in her usual tomboy drawl, punching my arm like always. SinB was my best friend since middle school, the kind who'd rather shoot hoops in baggy sweats than fuss over makeup. She talked like one of the guys, called me "bro" even when we were alone binge-watching horror flicks on my couch, her head in my lap while she hogged the popcorn. We'd crashed at each other's places countless times—sleeping side by side after late-night gaming sessions, her snoring softly with her arm thrown over me like I was a body pillow. No weirdness, just comfort. But tonight? Tonight was different.

The doors swung open, and there she was—SinB, but not the SinB I knew. Her long black hair was down for once, waves cascading over her shoulders instead of tied back in her usual messy ponytail. She wore a strapless black dress that hugged her athletic frame like it was made for her—toned arms from all those push-ups she did to "keep up with the boys," a narrow waist that dipped in before flaring to hips that looked softer, more inviting in the fabric. The dress stopped mid-thigh, showing off legs that were lean and strong, the kind built from running laps around me during our park hangouts. Her small, perky breasts pushed against the top, creating just enough cleavage to draw eyes without trying, nipples faintly outlined if you stared too long—which I was. Makeup too—subtle eyeliner sharpening those cat-like eyes, lips glossed a soft pink that made her pout look fuller. She walked in with that confident stride, but her cheeks were flushed, like she knew everyone was looking.

"Bro, you clean up okay," she said when she reached me, voice the same rough-around-the-edges tone, punching my shoulder lightly. But her eyes flicked down my tux, lingering a second too long.

I stared back, mouth dry. "SinB... you look... sexy. Beautiful, even." The words slipped out before I could filter them.

Her fist connected with my arm—harder this time, making me wince. "Shut up, idiot. Don't get weird on me." But she was smiling, that tomboy grin that showed her teeth, even as her cheeks turned pinker. "It's just a dress. Mom forced me into it."

We posed for photos—me pulling out my phone, snapping way more than necessary. Her arm around my waist, mine over her shoulders, her body warm against mine. "Since when do you like pictures?" she teased, elbowing me between shots. "You used to hate this stuff."

"First time you've given me something worth capturing," I shot back, zooming in on her face, those eyes crinkling with laughter.

The dance floor called eventually. We started awkward—her hands on my shoulders, mine at her waist, the dress material smooth under my palms. But as the song dragged on, bodies pressed closer in the crowd, her chest brushing mine, those small breasts soft against my shirt. My cock twitched, hardening despite myself—the friction, her scent up close like fresh soap and something sweeter. "SinB," I muttered into her ear, "my dick's hard. Gonna fap to those photos later."

She snorted, punching my chest lightly but not pulling away. "Gross, bro. Keep it in your pants." Her voice was blunt as always, no filter between us after years of spilling every dumb thought.

We'd been like that forever—frank about everything. Hung out after school daily, crashing on each other's couches, even sharing beds during sleepovers without a second thought. She'd seen me morning-wooded more times than I could count, teased me mercilessly, but never crossed lines. Until now, with her dressed like this, it hit different—her beauty slamming into me, sexy in a way I'd ignored before.

Back at the table, while everyone else danced, she slid her chair closer, her hand dropping under the tablecloth to my lap. "Teasing me, huh?" she whispered, pinching my cock through my pants—sharp twist that made me yelp, pain shooting up. "Deserved that."

"Fuck—ow!" I winced, grabbing her wrist. "Mercy, SinB!"

She laughed, that tomboy cackle, but her eyes softened. "Fine, pity you. I'll fix it." Her fingers unzipped me quietly, slipping inside—warm palm wrapping around my shaft, stroking slow under the table. The hall noise covered us—music thumping, laughter echoing—but the risk burned, her hand pumping steady, thumb circling the head where pre-cum beaded. "Better?"

I nodded, breath short. "SinB... can we fuck? Like, for real?"

Her hand stilled, eyes widening with embarrassment, cheeks flushing under the dim lights. "Fuck no," she said, but it lacked heat—more flustered than mad, her lips twitching like she was holding back a smile.

"Come on," I pushed, guilt tripping. "I'll die in misery if my best friend won't have sex with me. You're killing me here."

She rolled her eyes, humiliating me with that blunt tone: "You're such a perv, bro. Begging like a loser." But no anger—just that teasing edge, her hand resuming its stroke. "Ugh, fine. But only 'cause you're pathetic."

In the hotel room we'd booked for the after-party (though most crashed early), tension crackled. She kicked off her heels, dress zipper whispering down as she stripped—revealing black lingerie that hugged her athletic build: small perky breasts spilling from the bra cups, nipples dark against lace; toned stomach flexing, legs strong and smooth. "Don't say anything cringe," she warned, shoving me onto the bed. "No 'mommy' shit or I'll beat you senseless."

We started rough—her straddling me, yanking off my tie like it offended her. She ground against my cock through fabric, her pussy hot and damp already, scent musky and inviting. I broke the rule first—mid-thrust after she'd guided me inside her tight heat, walls clenching like fire: "Fuck, mommy—"

Her fist connected with my shoulder—hard punch that stung, but she didn't stop riding, her small tits bouncing, nipples hard points. "Asshole!" she gasped, but rubbed the spot immediately, fingers soothing. "Hurt?"

"A little," I grunted, thrusting up.

"Good." But her pace quickened, breaking more rules herself—moaning "Daddy, harder" before catching it, punching me again lightly. "Shut up—your fault."

We fucked intense—her on top first, grinding deep, her athletic thighs flexing; then doggy, ass cheeks rippling with slaps, her back arching. I came inside her—hot spurts flooding her—then flipped her for missionary, sucking her nipples, tasting salt and skin. She came shuddering, nails raking my back.

After, as clarity hit—regret pooling—I tried pulling away, but she clung, calling me "baby," "dear," her hands roaming nonstop, talking marriage and names: "We'll have a boy first—call him Min-joon." I hid the disgust, nodding, her affection overwhelming.

She punched my arm one last time—playful now. "Better take responsibility after this, bro." I feigned ignorance: "What kind? Like, buy you breakfast?"

That earned a real beating—fists flying lightly, laughter mixing with threats. "Idiot—marry me, dumbass!" But her eyes sparkled, the tomboy grin back, sealing whatever this was.

[8pax]

Feral SinB: part. 2

SinB's POV:

I waited three agonizing days, simmering in my own rage like a pot about to boil over. Every smile I faked for Minho tasted like poison, every touch from him a reminder of your filthy hands slapping my skin, your cum smeared across my face like I was nothing but your disposable toy. I hated you—viscerally, bone-deep—for turning me into that humiliated mess outside his toilet door. But more than that, I hated how my body had betrayed me, clenching around your cock like it craved the degradation. No more. Tonight, you'd pay. I'd make you beg, break you, and leave you drowning in your own shame.

Thursday night, 10:15 p.m. The pool was a ghost town—dim blue lights flickering on the water, palm trees whispering in the breeze like conspirators. I slipped in through the side gate, my black one-piece clinging to my body like armor, no underwear, nipples already stiff from the cool air and the thrill of what I was about to do. My long hair hung loose, red lipstick bold as blood. You were there, slicing through the adult pool with lazy laps, oblivious.

I waded in silently, the water lapping at my thighs. You surfaced at the wall, wiping your eyes, that smug smirk spreading when you saw me.

“Sinb? Miss me already?”

I didn't answer. I closed the distance fast, pressing my body against yours—my small tits crushing into your chest, my hand already snaking down to grip your cock through your trunks. You reached for my waist, but I slapped your hand away so hard it echoed off the water.

“No,” I snarled, my voice low and venomous. “You don't touch. You suffer.”

Your eyes widened, but before you could react, I grabbed your wrists and yanked them behind your back, twisting until you winced. I shoved you backward against the pool wall, your ass hitting the edge with a splash. Then I spun you around, pinning your chest to the cold tile, your arms trapped in my grip. Years of dance had made me stronger than I looked—strong enough to hold you there while I ground my hips against your ass.

“You think you can slap my face, kick my ass, force your cum down my throat like I'm trash?” I hissed into your ear, my breath hot and ragged. “You humiliated me. Now it's your turn, you pathetic piece of shit.”

I reached around, yanking your trunks down roughly, exposing your cock—already twitching, the traitor. I squeezed the base hard, nails digging in until you groaned in pain.

“Get hard,” I commanded. “Or I scream right now and tell the security guard you're a fucking rapist.”

You hardened fast—your body betraying you just like mine had. I laughed, cold and cruel, stroking you once before slapping your balls lightly—then harder, making you jolt.

“Pathetic,” I mocked. “All that big talk, and your balls are this sensitive? Weak.”

I turned you back around, shoving you down onto the underwater ledge so the water hit your chest. Then I straddled you, pulling my swimsuit crotch aside and sinking down onto your cock in one brutal motion. You gasped, hands instinctively grabbing my hips—I slapped them away, then slapped your face—left cheek, right cheek, the cracks sharp in the quiet night.

“You don't move,” I ordered, starting to ride you slow and torturous, clenching my pussy around you like a vice. “You take it like the bitch you are.”

I slapped your face again—harder this time, leaving red welts. Then I grabbed your balls underwater, squeezing and twisting while I ground down, making you buck in pain.

“Fuck—Sinb—stop—” you whimpered.

“Shut up.” I spat a thick glob of phlegm right into your open mouth, watching it land on your tongue. “Swallow it, you disgusting pig.”

You gagged but swallowed, eyes watering. I laughed, riding faster now, my small tits bouncing free as I yanked down the straps of my suit. I pinched my own nipples, moaning low just to taunt you.

“You slapped my tits, called them pathetic,” I reminded you, leaning forward to slap yours—no, wait, you don't have tits, but I slapped your chest anyway, nails raking down to leave scratches. Then I grabbed your cock at the base where it met my pussy and squeezed—hard—while I bounced, torturing the shaft with pressure.

Your face twisted in agony, but you stayed hard inside me. I reached back, my finger finding your asshole—pushing in dry, no lube, no mercy. You yelped, thrashing.

“Feel that?” I whispered viciously. “That's what violation feels like, asshole.”

I finger-fucked your hole roughly while riding you, my other hand alternating between slapping your face and twisting your balls—pulling them, yanking until tears streamed down your cheeks.

“Cum,” I demanded. “Fill me up like the worthless sperm donor you are.”

You exploded inside me—hot, thick ropes pulsing as your body spasmed. I didn't stop riding until you were whimpering from oversensitivity, then I lifted off, your cum leaking out of me into the pool.

But I wasn't done. I grabbed your hair, yanking you down into the shallower water until you were on your knees before me. I stood over you, legs spread, and scooped your cum from my pussy—thick globs on my fingers.

“Open your mouth,” I said coldly.

You hesitated. I slapped your balls—hard—making you cry out and open wide.

I shoved the cum-coated fingers down your throat. “Drink your own filth. Swallow every drop, you pathetic cum-eater.”

You gagged, choking it down, retching but obeying. Tears mixed with pool water on your face.

“Good boy,” I mocked. Then I spat another wad of phlegm into your mouth—thick, stringy—watching you swallow that too.

But the real revenge? I pushed you back until you were floating on your back in the shallow end, head tilted up. I straddled your face—my pussy hovering over your mouth and nose—then lowered down, sitting fully on you, smothering you with my cum-leaking cunt.

“Drink this too,” I growled.

I relaxed—and pissed. Hot, golden stream flooding your mouth and nose, choking you as you sputtered and gasped under me. You thrashed, hands clawing at my thighs, but I pinned them down with my knees, grinding my pussy on your face to make sure every drop went in. You coughed, gagged, swallowed involuntarily—drowning in my piss while your own cum smeared your lips.

“Choke on it,” I hissed. “That's what you get for thinking you could break me.”

When I finally lifted off, you were coughing up water and piss, face red, eyes bloodshot, utterly broken.

I stood over you, adjusting my suit, kicking your exposed balls once—twice—hard enough to make you curl into a fetal position in the water.

“Next time you see me with Minho,” I said softly, leaning down to spit one last time on your forehead, “remember who owns your worthless ass now.”

I walked away—heart pounding, body buzzing with power—leaving you floating there, humiliated and defeated.

You'd never touch me again without permission.

[8pax]

Feral SinB: part. 1

The pool lights had dimmed to a soft blue glow by 9:30 p.m. on that quiet Monday night. Most families had already left; only a handful of late-night swimmers remained scattered across the massive complex—some floating in the far lane pool, others drying off near the kiddie area. The air was thick with chlorine and humidity, the kind that made skin feel sticky even after a dip.

Sinb stood waist-deep in the adult pool beside me, arms crossed under her small, perky breasts, trying to look casual. She wore a simple black one-piece that clung to her athletic frame like paint—tight around her narrow waist, high-cut legs showing off toned thighs, the fabric stretched thin over her flat stomach and modest chest. Her long black hair was slicked back, droplets trailing down her neck, and those sharp, cat-like eyes kept darting toward the changing-room entrance where her boyfriend—my friend Minho—had disappeared ten minutes earlier.

“He’s taking forever,” she muttered, voice low, annoyed. “Probably shitting his guts out again.”

I smirked, stepping closer under the water until our bodies brushed. “Tummy ache. He said it hit him after the fried chicken earlier.”

She rolled her eyes, but I could see the tension in her shoulders. Minho had introduced us months ago—“This is my girl, Sinb”—and I’d been jerking off to stolen glances of her ever since: the way her ass flexed in yoga pants at the gym, the accidental nip-slip photos she posted on private stories, the bitchy little pout she made when she was irritated. Tonight was the first time we’d been alone.

I moved behind her, hands sliding under the water to grip her hips. She stiffened instantly.

“What the fuck are you doing?” she hissed, trying to twist away. “He’s literally right there.”

“He’s in the toilet,” I said calmly, pressing my hardening cock against her ass through my trunks. “And you’ve been eye-fucking me all night.”

“Get off me,” she snapped, voice sharp but hushed. Her hands pushed at my wrists—weak, half-hearted. “I’m not cheating on him. Stop.”

I didn’t stop. One hand slipped between her thighs, fingers finding the crotch of her swimsuit already damp—not from pool water. She gasped, thighs clamping together.

“You’re wet,” I whispered against her ear. “Don’t lie.”

“That’s the water, asshole,” she spat, but her voice cracked when I tugged the fabric aside and rubbed her bare clit. Her resistance faltered for half a second—hips twitching forward before she caught herself.

“Bullshit.” I pushed two fingers inside her—tight, hot, slick despite her protests. She whimpered, biting her lip hard enough to leave marks.

“Stop… please…” Her tone was reluctant, almost pleading now, but her pussy clenched around my fingers like it was starving. “He’ll come back any second…”

“Then we better be quick.”

I spun her around to face the pool edge, bending her forward so her forearms rested on the tile lip. She tried to push back up—palms flat, arms shaking—but I pinned her wrists with one hand and yanked her swimsuit crotch fully to the side with the other. My cock was out in seconds—thick, veined, leaking precum. I lined up and thrust in hard.

She choked on a cry, body jolting forward. “No—fuck—pull out!”

I didn’t. I fucked her rough and fast under the water—short, brutal strokes that made her small tits bounce inside the suit, nipples scraping the fabric. Her protests dissolved into bitten-off whimpers, each thrust forcing a wet slap of skin on skin that blended with the gentle lapping of the pool.

“You’re so fucking tight,” I growled low. “Bet Minho doesn’t stretch you like this.”

“Shut up… you’re disgusting…” But her hips started rocking back—tiny, involuntary movements she couldn’t stop. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, shame and unwanted pleasure warring on her face.

I came fast—too much buildup, too much risk. Hot spurts flooded her cunt, thick ropes painting her walls. She shuddered, a small, broken moan escaping before she clamped her mouth shut.

I pulled out, cum already leaking from her stretched hole into the water. Grabbed her wrist. “Changing room. Now.”

She stumbled after me, legs shaky, trying to fix her suit as we climbed out. Water streamed off us. The few remaining people were too far or too distracted to notice.

Inside the men’s changing area it was dead quiet—fluorescent lights buzzing, tiles cold underfoot. Minho’s cubicle door was closed at the far end; we could hear him groaning softly, cursing his stomach.

I shoved Sinb against the wall right outside his door—close enough that if he opened it even a crack he’d see us. She panicked, eyes wide.

“He’s right there—don’t—”

“Shh.” I clamped a hand over her mouth. Raised my voice just enough. “Yo, Minho! There’s a fucking huge cockroach out here!”

A panicked yelp from inside. “What?! Kill it! Don’t let it come under the door!”

I grinned. “I’m on it. Stay put.”

Then I turned back to Sinb. Her eyes were huge, terrified, furious. I slapped her cheek—hard enough to sting, not bruise.

“Quiet, slut,” I hissed. “Or he hears you moaning like a whore.”

She glared, tears spilling, but didn’t scream.

I slapped her again—lighter this time—then yanked her swimsuit down to her waist, exposing her small, firm tits. Nipples dark and stiff from cold and fear. I slapped one breast, watching it jiggle.

“Pathetic little tits,” I muttered. “No wonder he barely fucks you.”

“Fuck you,” she whispered fiercely, voice trembling.

I slapped her cunt next—open palm right on her swollen lips. She jolted, a choked sob escaping. I did it again—harder—making wet smacking sounds that echoed off the tiles.

Minho banged on the door from inside. “You getting it?!”

“Yeah!” I called back cheerfully, slapping Sinb’s face once more while I forced her legs apart with my knee. “Almost got the bastard!”

I shoved my cock back into her cum-filled pussy—still slick, still leaking my load. She bit her lip bloody to stay quiet as I fucked her standing, one hand around her throat, the other slapping her cheek, her tits, her cunt in rhythm with each thrust.

“Look at you,” I whispered cruelly. “Getting railed outside your boyfriend’s toilet door. What a pathetic cheating bitch.”

Tears streamed down her face. She shook her head weakly, but her hips rolled forward—traitorous, needy.

I pulled out, spun her around, bent her over the sink facing the mirror. Slapped her ass hard—once, twice, three times—red handprints blooming. Then I forced her down to her knees on the filthy tile.

“Open.”

She hesitated. I slapped her face again—sharper.

She opened.

I jerked myself fast, aiming at her face. First rope hit her nose—thick, white, dripping down to her red lips. Second splashed across her cheek. Third straight into her open mouth. She gagged, eyes watering, but I pinched her nose shut.

“Swallow.”

She did—throat working, disgust twisting her features. The rest I smeared across her lips, her chin, her tits—marking her like property.

When I was done I stepped back, breathing hard.

She looked wrecked—cum-streaked, mascara running, swimsuit twisted, red handprints on her cheek and ass.

I kicked her ass once—light, humiliating. Then again—harder. She yelped, scrambling to her feet.

“Fix yourself,” I said coldly. “And smile when you go back out there.”

She stared at me—hatred, shame, something darker flickering in her eyes.

Then she wiped her face with shaking hands, pulled her suit back into place, and walked out—cum still drying on her skin under the fabric.

I waited thirty seconds, flushed an empty toilet for effect, then strolled out whistling.

Minho emerged a minute later, pale and clutching his stomach.

“Roach gone?” he asked weakly.

“Yeah,” I said, clapping his shoulder. “All taken care of.”

Sinb was already by the pool edge, legs crossed tightly, staring at the water like she wanted to drown in it.

She didn’t look at either of us.

But I knew she’d be back...

[8pax]

Monster Under Bed

Irene pushed open the door to her dorm room with a weary sigh, the weight of another endless day of promotions and rehearsals pressing down on her like an invisible anchor. The room was her sanctuary—minimalist and pristine, with soft beige sheets on the queen bed, a bedside lamp casting a warm glow, and her favorite scented candle flickering on the dresser.

At 29, she carried the poise of Red Velvet's leader, her long black hair tousled from the wind outside, framing her sharp, elegant features: those piercing fox-like eyes, high cheekbones, and full, naturally pink lips that curved into a tired frown. Her body, honed by years of diets and dance, was slender and graceful—small, perky breasts hidden under her oversized T-shirt, nipples faintly outlined against the fabric; a narrow waist leading to subtle hips; and beneath her black "oppa" panties, a neat dark bush of pubic hair crowning her tight, pink pussy lips, untouched and pristine.

She kicked off her slippers, muttering to herself, "Fucking schedules... I need sleep." Unaware of the shadow lurking under her bed—her sleazy manager, Mr. Kim, who'd snuck in earlier, obsessed and seething with years of pent-up lust. He'd spiked her water bottle on the nightstand with Rohypnol and an aphrodisiac, his cock already half-hard in anticipation. Irene grabbed the bottle, chugging it greedily, the cool liquid soothing her parched throat. "Disgusting city air," she grumbled, setting it down and flopping onto the bed, T-shirt riding up to expose her flat midriff.

The drugs hit fast. A wave of dizziness washed over her, her limbs growing heavy as an unwelcome heat bloomed between her thighs. "What the hell...?" she slurred, disgust creeping into her voice as she felt her pussy lips swell and dampen against her panties. "This feels wrong... like I'm getting wet for no reason. Gross." She tried to sit up, but her body betrayed her, slumping back as her nipples hardened under the shirt, poking insistently. Under the bed, Mr. Kim grinned, waiting until her eyes fluttered shut in a drugged haze.

He crawled out slowly, his pudgy frame emerging like a nightmare, eyes devouring her vulnerable form. "Time to break this haughty bitch," he whispered, standing over her. Irene's breathing was shallow, her full lips parted in unconscious invitation. He started with her T-shirt, yanking it up and over her head roughly, exposing her small breasts—perky handfuls with pale pink nipples standing erect from the aphrodisiac. "Pathetic tiny tits," he sneered, slapping one hard, the smack echoing in the quiet room. Irene jolted weakly, eyes cracking open in confusion and horror.

"You... disgusting pig! Get the fuck off me!" she spat fiercely, her voice slurred but laced with venom, trying to push him away but her arms flopping uselessly. Disgust twisted her beautiful face—nose wrinkling, lips curling in revulsion. "You're a filthy pervert! I'll report you, you sick fuck!"

Mr. Kim laughed, pinching her nipple viciously, twisting until she yelped. "Report me? With what strength, you flat-chested idol whore? These mosquito bites aren't even worth the hype—fans fawn over your 'perfect body,' but look at 'em, barely a mouthful. Don't worry, slut, I'll make 'em bigger. Pump you full of my cum till you're knocked up and those pathetic udders swell with milk like the breeding cow you are." He slapped the other breast, watching it jiggle weakly, red marks blooming on her porcelain skin. Irene arched in pain, tears of disgust welling in her eyes.

"Asshole! You're revolting—your touch makes me want to vomit!" she scolded fiercely, powerless legs twitching as she tried to kick him. "Get your grubby hands off my chest, you limp-dicked loser!"

He ignored her, tugging her black "oppa" panties down her thighs, the fabric snagging on her damp bush before revealing her pussy—pink lips puffy and glistening against the dark, curly pubic hair. "Look at this hairy little jungle cunt," he degraded, spreading her legs wide like a ragdoll, her thighs quivering. "Disgusting—bet you think it's 'natural' and cute, but it's just sloppy. Real sluts shave their fuckholes smooth. Yours looks like a cheap 70s porn bush, you overgrown idol tramp."

Irene's face contorted in pure disgust, spitting weakly at him. "Fuck you! My body's none of your business, you creepy old bastard! That's gross—don't stare at it like that, you pig!" But the aphrodisiac made her clit throb visibly, a bead of unwanted slick trailing from her slit, heightening her humiliation.

Mr. Kim freed his thick, veiny cock, rubbing the precum-smeared head through her bush, matting the hairs. "Time to tame this furry mess," he growled, forcing two fingers into her tight pussy, scissoring roughly. Irene gasped, hips bucking involuntarily. "No! Stop, you disgusting creep! Your fingers feel like worms—get them out!" she scolded fiercely, voice cracking with powerless rage, disgust etched in every line of her face.

"Shut your mouth, you worthless cumrag," he taunted, finger-fucking her harder, her juices squelching obscenely. "Your hairy cunt's loving it—dripping like a faucet. Fans see you as pure? You're just a drugged-up hole begging to be filled." He pulled out, smearing her slick across her full lips. "Taste your own nasty pussy juice, bitch."

Irene gagged, turning her head away in revulsion. "Ew! That's vile—you're a sick monster! I'll make you pay for this, you pathetic excuse for a man!"

He positioned his cock at her entrance, slamming in with one brutal thrust, her tight walls stretching painfully around his girth. "Take it, you pretentious K-pop slut!" he roared, pounding relentlessly, balls slapping her ass. Irene cried out, tears streaming. "Ahh! You bastard—your dick's disgusting, like a rotten sausage! Pull out, you filthy animal!" Her scolding was fierce, but her drugged body clenched around him, pussy squirting in betrayal.

He grabbed her small breasts again, mauling them—slapping, squeezing, biting the nipples until they bled slightly. "These tiny tits are laughable—gonna fuck you so hard they bruise, then breed you till they're fat and leaking. Imagine the headlines: 'Irene's saggy milk bags from manager's bastard kid.'" Irene sobbed in disgust. "Shut up! You're repulsive—your breath stinks like garbage! Don't talk about my body like that, you lowlife scum!"

Flipping her over, ass up, he re-entered from behind, yanking her hair. "This hairy cunt's mine now—feel it gripping like the desperate whore you are." He thrust deeper, insulting nonstop. "Disgusting bush—looks like you don't even wash it. Bet it smells like fish after a concert, you sweaty idol pig."

"No! You're the pig—fucking gross, you sweaty old fart!" she fired back fiercely, powerless to stop her hips from grinding back, disgust never fading from her tear-streaked face.

As he neared climax, he pinched her clit through the matted bush. "Cum, you pathetic fucktoy—show me how much your traitor body loves my cock." Irene shattered against her will, squirting messily. "I hate you! This is disgusting—I feel dirty!" she wailed.

He erupted inside her, flooding her pussy with thick, hot cum—pulse after pulse overflowing, leaking down her thighs. Pulling out, he scooped some with his fingers, messing with it: smearing the sticky mess through her bush, across her small breasts, even forcing globs into her mouth. "Look at this—your hairy cunt's a cum-soaked disaster now. Eat it, slut—taste my superior seed mixed with your nasty juices."

Irene gagged fiercely, spitting what she could. "You vile bastard! That's revolting—your cum tastes like bleach and shame! Get away from me, you perverted freak!"

He dressed, leaving her sprawled, body abused and dripping, disgust frozen on her face as she drifted into unconsciousness. "See you soon, idol bitch." The room fell silent, her violated form a testament to the nightmare.

[elryuse]

DMCR-001 My Female Boss Really Likes Breeding Sex

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“Who’s there?”

Her voice sliced through the quiet office, sharp and full of alarm. It wasn’t the calm, measured tone you heard in meetings. This was edged with panic, and something else. Something raw.

You didn’t run. You couldn’t. You’d made a noise, dropping your damn pen after hearing… that. Those soft, desperate cries from behind her frosted glass door. You’d heard enough.

“It’s me,” you called out, your voice rough. “I’m sorry, I… I was just leaving.”

Silence. Then, the click of a lock. The door opened a crack, revealing a sliver of Minji’s face. Her usually perfect dark hair was slightly mussed, and her cheeks held a high, pink flush. Her eyes, normally so cool and observant, were wide, dark pools.

“Come in,” she said. Her voice had dropped to a whisper. “Lock the door.”

You did. The soft snick of the lock felt final. You turned, your apology ready, but it died on your lips.

She was standing right in front of you. The professional mask was gone, shattered. She looked up at you, her lips parted, breathing a little too fast. Her gaze travelled over your face, then down your body, and back up. It wasn’t a boss looking at an employee. It was a woman looking at a man.

“You heard,” she stated. It wasn’t a question.

“Yeah. I didn’t mean to.”

A small, strange smile touched her lips. “I know.”

Then she moved. One hand came up, her fingers pressing against your mouth, silencing you. Her touch was warm, slightly damp. The scent of her, usually just a hint of clean perfume, was stronger now. Musky. Sweet. Real.

Her other hand went to your belt. Her fingers worked the buckle with a frantic efficiency that stole your breath. The rasp of your zipper coming down was obscenely loud in the quiet room.

“Boss, what are you—”

“Shhh.” She replaced her fingers with her lips, cutting you off with a kiss that was all heat and demand. Her mouth was soft, insistent, her tongue sweeping against yours. It wasn’t gentle. It was claiming. When she pulled back, her eyes were blazing. “Don’t talk too much.”

She sank to her knees before you could process it. Your pants and boxers were around your thighs. The cool office air hit your cock, making it twitch, already hard from the shock and the sight of her.

Her hands gripped your hips, nails digging in through your shirt. She didn’t hesitate. She didn’t tease. She leaned forward and took you into her mouth in one smooth, deep motion.

A choked groan ripped from your throat. Your head fell back. Fuck.

Her mouth was hot, so fucking hot, and wet. Her tongue pressed hard against the underside of your cock, flattening and stroking as she pulled back, then surging forward again. The suction was perfect—tight, relentless, pulling a deep, aching pleasure from the very base of you. She used her hand too, twisting around what her mouth couldn’t take, her pace urgent, messy.

You looked down. Minji—Jiu—was on her knees, her eyes closed in concentration, a faint sheen of sweat on her forehead. A soft, hungry noise vibrated from her throat and straight into your dick. This wasn’t the quiet, distant boss. This was a woman starved, and she was feasting on you.

Her free hand slipped between her own legs, under the hem of her skirt. You could see the frantic movement of her arm, hear the slick, wet sounds her fingers made against her cunt. The dual sensation—her mouth on you, the proof of her own need—was dizzying.

She pulled off with a wet pop, gasping for air. A string of saliva connected her lips to your tip. She looked up, her gaze locked on yours, dark and full of intent.

“I’ve watched you,” she panted, her voice husky. “All those late nights. The way you focus. The way your hands move. It drove me fucking crazy.” She leaned in again, swirling her tongue around the head of your cock, tasting you. “I’d sit here and imagine this. Imagine your cock in my mouth. In my cunt.”

She took you deep again, her throat working, and you had to brace yourself against her desk, your knuckles white. The vulgarity of her words, the stark hunger in them, coupled with the expert suction of her mouth, was pushing you to the edge.

“Jiu,” you gasped, the informal name slipping out. “I’m gonna… you need to stop…”

She pulled back, releasing you. She stayed on her knees, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her other hand was still busy between her thighs, her movements becoming more erratic. “No,” she breathed. “Don’t stop. Not yet.”

She stood up, her skirt a mess, her blouse dishevelled. She pushed you back until your legs hit the edge of her large, polished desk. Then she climbed onto it, spreading her knees, pulling you to stand between them.

Her hands went to her blouse, popping buttons. It fell open, revealing a simple lace bra, her tits full and heaving with each ragged breath. She didn’t remove it. She just reached for you, her hand wrapping around your cock, guiding you. The tip pressed against the thin, soaked fabric of her panties.

The heat radiating from her was intense. You could feel the dampness, the swollen flesh beneath the silk.

“Look at me,” she commanded, her voice a low thrum. You dragged your eyes from where your bodies nearly joined to her face. Her expression was fierce, open, completely naked. “I’m not on the pill. I haven’t been for months. Do you understand what that means?”

Your brain short-circuited. The implication was a lightning strike.

“It means,” she continued, grinding herself against you, making you both moan, “that when I tell you to fuck me on this desk, when I tell you I want to feel you come deep inside me, I’m not just talking about a good time.” She leaned closer, her lips brushing yours. “I’m talking about a risk. I’m talking about your cock pumping my cunt full. I’m talking about you breeding me. That’s what I want. Do you want that?”

The question hung in the air, thick and dangerous. It wasn’t just sex she was offering. It was a potential life, a consequence, a primal claim. The office, the late hour, the professional boundaries—all of it evaporated, leaving only this raw, nasty truth between you.

Her hips rocked again, the wet spot on her panties smearing against you. “Well?” she whispered, her breath hot on your neck. “Do you want to fuck a baby into your boss, or not?”

Her question wasn’t a question. It was a dare. A challenge written in the slick heat between her legs. Your answer wasn’t words. It was your hands on her hips, fingers digging into the curve of her ass through her skirt, pulling her hard against your throbbing cock.

“Yes,” you growled, the word scraping from your throat. “Fuck yes.”

A wild, triumphant light flashed in her wide eyes. That was all she needed.

Her hands flew to her waist. There was a tearing sound—sharp, final—as she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her soaked panties and ripped them apart. The delicate silk gave way without protest. She shoved the ruined fabric aside, letting it fall somewhere near her discarded blouse.

“No more barriers,” she breathed, her voice trembling with urgency. “Just you. Just me. And this fucking desk.”

She didn’t guide you this time. She grabbed your cock in her fist, stroked you once, twice, a tight, punishing friction that made your knees weak. Then she lifted her hips, positioned you at her entrance, and sank down.

The world blurred into pure, white-hot sensation.

Her cunt was a vise of slick, clenching heat, swallowing you inch by breathtaking inch. A ragged shout tore from your lips. Her head fell back, a choked cry escaping her as she took you all, until your hips were flush against her ass. She was so deep, so impossibly tight, her inner walls fluttering around you in a frantic, welcoming pulse.

For a second, she was still, impaled on you, her body shuddering. Her eyes found yours, glassy and desperate. “It’s so much,” she whimpered, but it wasn’t a complaint. It was a revelation. “You feel so fucking big inside me.”

Then she moved.

She planted her hands on your shoulders, her nails biting through your shirt. She rose up, almost letting you slip free, before slamming back down with a force that knocked the air from your lungs. The desk creaked in protest.

“That’s it,” she moaned, her voice rising. “Oh, god, that’s it!”

She set a brutal, punishing rhythm. Up, then down. Hard. Fast. Each downward stroke was a claim, her body taking what it wanted, her cunt milking your cock with a greedy, possessive pressure. The wet, slapping sounds of your bodies meeting filled the quiet office, a filthy soundtrack to the raw fuck happening on her polished executive desk.

Her tits, barely contained in the lace bra, bounced with every frantic movement. You reached for them, palming the full weight, your thumbs finding her nipples through the fabric. You pinched, hard. She cried out, her rhythm faltering for a second before she rode you even harder.

“Yes! Just like that! Fuck me, fuck me just like that!” Her words were a broken chant. She leaned forward, her mouth finding yours in a messy, biting kiss. It was all tongue and teeth and shared, panting breaths. Then her lips trailed down your jaw, to your throat. She licked a hot stripe over your pulse point before biting down—a sharp, possessive sting that made you thrust up into her, driving even deeper.

“Mark me,” you grunted, the possessiveness in your own voice surprising you.

She moaned against your skin, sucking the spot harder. Her hips never stopped, grinding in tight circles as she bore down, squeezing you impossibly tight. “You’re marking me much deeper than this,” she gasped into your neck. “I can feel it. I can feel your cock swelling in my cunt. Are you going to come? Are you going to pump your fucking load into me?”

Her dirty talk was a direct line to your base instincts. Your hands slid from her tits to her ass, gripping the firm globes, helping her move, controlling the depth. You pulled her down onto you as you thrust up, meeting her with equal force. The slap of skin grew louder, more frantic.

“Tell me,” she demanded, her breath hot in your ear. Her inner muscles clenched around you, a deliberate, pulsing pressure. “Tell me you’re going to fill me up. I want to hear you say it while you’re fucking me raw.”

You were close. The coil in your gut was winding tight, a spring about to snap. Her heat, her tightness, her filthy promises—it was too much. You opened your eyes, saw her above you, hair wild, lips swollen, her professional composure shattered into a thousand pieces of pure need.

“Jiu,” you gasped, your thrusts becoming shorter, harder, more desperate. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna fucking come. I’m gonna fill your cunt until it’s dripping out of you.”

A sob of pure relief and ecstasy broke from her lips. “Yes! That’s what I need! Do it! Breed me right here on this fucking desk! Give it all to me!”

Her words were the final trigger. Your vision whited out. With a roar you muffled against her shoulder, you buried yourself to the hilt and came. It was a volcanic rush, pulse after pulse of hot release shooting deep into her clutching channel. You held her down, grinding her onto you, making sure every last drop was deposited as deep inside her as possible.

She screamed, a high, shattered sound as her own orgasm ripped through her. Her cunt convulsed around your still-spurting cock, milking you with vicious, rhythmic spasms. Her whole body trembled violently, her nails digging crescent moons into your back through your shirt. She collapsed against you, her forehead on your shoulder, her breaths coming in ragged, wet sobs.

For long moments, the only sounds were your harsh panting and the faint hum of the office lights. You were still inside her, still connected, your release beginning to leak around where you were joined, a warm trickle against your skin.

Slowly, she pushed herself up. Her eyes were dazed, satiated, but a fierce, primal satisfaction burned in their depths. She shifted her hips, a slow, deliberate roll that made you both gasp at the oversensitive friction. A fresh streak of wetness—your come, her arousal—smeared between you.

She looked down between your bodies, then back up at you, a slow, wicked smile spreading across her face.

“You came so much,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. She lifted a hand, brought her fingers to her mouth, and licked them clean, her eyes never leaving yours. “I can feel it. Hot and deep.” She leaned in, her lips brushing yours. “You didn’t pull out. Not even a little.”

She kissed you, slow and deep, letting you taste yourself on her tongue. When she pulled back, her expression was serious, heavy with the weight of what just happened.

“My cycle,” she murmured, her hips giving another subtle, possessive grind, keeping you semi-hard inside her. “It’s the perfect time. You know that, right? You understand what you just did?”

Her breathing hitches against your neck, a warm, wet sound. The aftermath of your release pulses inside her, a thick, lingering heat. She’s still for a moment, then she pushes herself up, her palms flat on your shoulders.

Her eyes are dark, fever-bright. She doesn’t look satiated. She looks hungry for more.

“Don’t go soft yet,” she whispers, her voice rough. She lifts herself off you with a slow, deliberate slide that makes you both gasp. Your cock, slick and wet with her juices and your own come, slips free.

The sight is obscene. She’s open, glistening, your release already beginning to seep out of her onto the dark wood of the desk.

She turns, moving with a fluid, predatory grace. She bends forward, placing her hands flat on the desk, spreading her legs wider. She arches her back, presenting her perfect ass, the curves of her cunt lips swollen and wet. She looks over her shoulder, her hair a dark cascade.

“Now,” she says, the word a command. “Take me from behind. Right here. I want to feel every inch.”

Your cock, which had begun to soften, twitches back to full, aching hardness at the sight of her, at the raw need in her voice. You move behind her, your hands going to her hips. Your thumbs dig into the dimples just above her ass. Her skin is hot, damp with sweat.

You guide yourself to her entrance. It’s slick, messy, an easy slide. The head of your cock pushes against her, then slips in. You both groan in unison.

“Harder,” she demands, pushing her hips back to meet you. “Don’t be gentle. Fuck me like you mean it. Like you want to own this.”

You give her what she asks for. You pull back and slam forward, burying yourself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.

A sharp cry tears from her throat. Her knuckles go white on the desk. “Yes! Fucking yes! Just like that!”

You set a punishing pace from the start. No warm-up, no teasing. Just deep, relentless strokes. Your hips piston against her ass, the sound a wet, rhythmic slap that echoes off the office walls. Each thrust drives the air from her lungs in a sharp huh sound.

Your hands leave her hips. One tangles in her dark hair, pulling her head back gently. The other wraps around her front, fingers finding her clit through the soaked, swollen folds of her cunt. You rub tight, quick circles.

She screams, her body bowing. “Oh god, right there! Don’t stop touching my clit, don’t you fucking stop!”

You don’t. You fuck her harder, deeper, your cock plunging into her heat, feeling her inner muscles clench and flutter around you. The sensation is overwhelming—the tight, wet grip of her, the filthy sounds, the scent of sex and sweat thick in the air.

“You feel so full of me,” you grunt, your voice strained. “Your cunt’s swallowing my cock. It’s still wet from my last load.”

“It is,” she gasps, pushing back against you desperately. “I can feel it all mixing inside me. I can feel you fucking it deeper. Breed me harder! Put another one in me! I want it all!”

Her words are a filthy, perfect trigger. You increase your pace, your own breathing ragged. The desk groans with the force of your movements. You lean over her, your chest pressing against her back, your mouth finding her ear.

“This is what you wanted, Jiu,” you growl. “My cock pounding your tight little cunt. Filling you up over and over. You want a baby in you? You want my fucking seed taking root?”

She sobs, a sound of pure ecstasy. Her own hand flies between her legs, her fingers joining yours on her clit, frantically rubbing. “Yes! I want it! I want your fucking baby! I want to feel it start inside me tonight, right fucking now!”

Her confession sends a violent surge of lust through you. Your thrusts become wild, uncontrolled. You’re fucking her with a primal, mindless need, driven by her vulgar, desperate pleas.

“I’m close,” you warn, your voice cracking.

“Me too! Don’t stop! Don’t you dare stop! Fuck me, breed me, fill me!”

Her cunt convulses around you a second before you erupt. Her orgasm hits like a quake, her whole body locking, a scream tearing from her throat that’s raw and endless. The brutal clenching of her inner walls milks your own climax from you, a geyser of hot release that pumps into her depths, jet after jet, so deep you feel like you’re marking her soul.

You grind into her, pulsing, emptying yourself completely until you’re spent, shuddering, holding yourself inside her as the last tremors wrack both your bodies.

Slowly, the world swims back. Your weight sags against her. The only sound is your harsh, mingled panting. You stay buried in her, feeling the aftershocks twitch through her core, feeling the warm flood of your combined release begin to leak out around the seal of your bodies.

You finally pull out, the separation a wet, obscene sound. She sags forward, her arms giving out, her cheek pressing against the cool wood of the desk. You see it—the thick, white trickle escaping her, running down her inner thigh.

You’re both a wreck, dripping, panting, utterly conquered by the act.

A soft, breathy laugh bubbles from her lips. She turns her head, looking up at you with eyes full of a strange, triumphant light.

She pushes herself up, wincing slightly, and turns to face you. Her hands come to your chest, steadying herself. She leans in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. It’s tender, completely at odds with the ferocity of the last hour.

She pulls back, a playful, utterly wicked smile curling her swollen lips.

“I guess,” she murmurs, her voice a husky, satisfied purr, “you just got promoted into my husband.”

[elryuse]

A New Memory With SinB

SinB Gangbang/Rape

Tags : Rape!, Gangbang, Deepthroat, Anal, Gaping, Gagged, Slapping, Orgy, Multiple Guys, Slut, Whore, Mindbreak, Kinky, Blowjob, Backshots, Anal Creampie, Creampie, Breeding, Recording, Blackmail

Words : 7,926 Words

Warning. This Story Contains, Rape! Mindbreak! and Other Explicit NSFW Content. This Story is a Commision for Our Friend @Sk from K-fi. I hope You All Enjoyed This One.

3rd Pov

The air in the convention hall was a thick cocktail of floral perfumes, hairspray, and desperate hope. He’d saved for months for this VIP ticket, his palms sweating around the limited-edition light stick he’d bought to match SinB’s signature color. He’d practiced his few words of Korean, a simple compliment he hoped would convey years of unwavering support.

The line shuffled forward. His heart hammered against his ribs. Thump-thump-thump. And then, there she was.

SinB, up close, was both a masterpiece and a monument. Her skin seemed to glow under the harsh lights, her expression a perfect, polished blend of cool indifference and practiced charm for the camera clicking away. The fan before him got a bright, bubbly smile and a two-handed shake. His turn.

He stepped forward, his voice a little too loud, a little too tight. “Your performance… it was amazing.” He extended a slightly trembling hand.

Her eyes, dark and sharp, flickered down to his offering, then back to his face. The camera flash from her handler popped, capturing the moment her nose wrinkled. The polished charm evaporated, replaced by something cold and dismissive.

She didn’t touch him. Instead, she leaned back, her voice a carrying, melodic sneer meant for everyone to hear. “Aigoo. Did you run here? You should have showered first. You smell… offensive.”

The handler tittered nervously, already ushering him along. The next fan was moving in. The moment was over. But for him, the world had just fractured.

The trip home was a blur of heat and humiliation. Her words played on a loop in his mind, each repetition a fresh puncture wound. Offensive. Smell. He looked at his hands. They were just hands. He’d used soap. He’d worn his best deodorant. It wasn’t about hygiene. It was about power. She had it, and he had none.

The shrine in his room, once a testament of devotion, now seemed like a monument to his own idiocy. Posters of SinB, her gaze once inspiring, now looked haughty and cruel. The expensive photocards, her smiling face sealed in plastic, felt like lies.

His fist clenched around the one from her solo debut. He stared into her printed eyes. The humiliation curdled, simmering on a low heat until it reached a furious, rolling boil. A sharp, visceral rrrip tore through the quiet room as he shredded the card in two. Then another. And another. He yanked the posters from the walls, the tape tearing at the paint, the paper crumpling in his desperate hands. He didn’t stop until the floor was a carpet of her torn-up image.

The void left behind wasn’t filled with sadness. It was filled with purpose. A cold, clean, and singular goal.

Ruin her.

Months later, the plan was no longer a fever dream. It was a blueprint. In the shadowy forums where adoration twisted into obsession, he found others. Their reasons varied—a perceived slight, jealousy, the simple, dark thrill of wanting to break something beautiful. He became their leader, his quiet intensity and intimate knowledge of her schedule making him invaluable.

The night arrived, crisp and clear. He stood in the shadows of the parking garage adjacent to the broadcast studio, the cold seeping through his jacket. Two others flanked him, their faces obscured by hats and masks. The van, a nondescript white vehicle they’d rented with cash, idled softly, its side door open like a gaping mouth.

“Nervous?” one of them muttered, his voice gruff.

“No,” he said, his own voice startlingly steady. “I’m ready.”

Her schedule was public knowledge. A late-night recording, minimal staff. It was the cleanest opportunity they would ever get. The minutes stretched, each second a taut wire. Then, the sharp clack of heels on concrete.

She was alone, head down, scrolling through her phone, a small figure swallowed by the vast, dim garage. The brilliant idol was just a tired woman walking to her car.

Now.

They moved as one. A scuffle of feet, a muffled gasp. Her phone clattered to the ground, the screen shattering. Her eyes, wide with pure shock, reflected the sterile garage lights.

“Wha— who—?” she started, but a gloved hand clamped over her mouth, stifling her words into a panicked mmph!

He stepped into the light. Her eyes locked onto his. For a split second, there was no recognition—just terror. Then, something flickered. A dawning, horrible familiarity. The fan from the meet. The one she’d dismissed.

He saw the exact moment she understood this wasn’t random. Her struggle intensified, a frantic, twisting motion against the arms holding her. A high, desperate sound escaped the hand over her mouth.

He moved closer, until he was inches from her face. The faint, expensive scent of her perfume filled the space between them, a stark contrast to the garage’s oily smell.

“You remember me,” he stated, his voice low. It wasn’t a question.

Her eyes, wide and glassy, darted across his features. She gave a tiny, frantic shake of her head, a denial of everything—of him, of this situation, of the consequences of a single cruel moment months ago.

He reached out, not to hit her, but to touch. His fingers, cold from the night air, brushed a stray strand of hair from her forehead. She flinched as if burned, a full-body shudder rocking through her.

“You told me I smelled,” he whispered, the words for her alone. “You were right. I was rotten. But on the inside. And you… you poured sunshine on it. Made it grow.”

He nodded to the others. They started moving her toward the van, her heels scraping uselessly against the rough concrete. Scritch. Scritch.

He followed, his gaze never leaving her. “We’re going to make a new video for your fans, SinB. No more… performances. We’re going to show them what you’re really made for.”

Her struggling stopped, replaced by a terrifying, limp stillness. The fight drained out of her, leaving only a silent, trembling terror. They bundled her into the dark interior of the van, the door sliding shut with a heavy, final thunk*.

Inside, the only light came from the dashboard. She was shoved onto the cold, bare metal floor, curled into herself. He took a seat on a crate opposite her, just watching. The van started moving, plunging them into a jerky, swaying darkness.

After miles of silence, broken only by the rumble of the engine and her ragged breathing, he spoke again.

“You have a voice made for singing,” he said, his tone almost conversational. “But I think it’s going to make sweeter sounds before the night is over. Don’t you?”

Her only response was a shallow, hitching breath. A single tear caught the dim light, tracing a path through her perfect makeup.

The van’s rear doors opened to a dim, concrete space that smelled of dust and stale cigarette smoke. Rough hands hauled SinB out, her legs buckling on the cold floor. She caught a glimpse of metal shelves and a single, bare bulb hanging from a wire before they pushed her forward.

“Welcome to your new stage,” the fan said, his voice echoing in the emptiness. Two other men emerged from the shadows, their faces still masked, their eyes gleaming with a hunger she’d only ever seen from a distance at concerts. “Your audience is waiting.”

One of them dragged a worn office chair into the center of the room. Another produced a phone, its red recording light a malevolent eye in the gloom.

“You’re going to dance for us,” the fan instructed, his tone leaving no room for argument. He pulled out his own phone and tapped the screen. The tinny, bass-heavy beat of a Viviz track filled the room, a cruel parody of her own art. “The full VIP experience. Make it convincing.”

Tremors wracked her body. “Please… you don’t have to do this. I’m sorry—“

“Sorry doesn’t clean a stain,” he snapped, cutting her off. “The dance. Now. Or we skip right to the part where we break you.”

A sob caught in her throat, but she forced her feet to move. The familiar choreography felt alien, a grotesque pantomime of seduction performed under threat. She rolled her hips, the motion stiff and awkward at first. The sequins on her top caught the faint light, throwing tiny shards of illumination across the leering faces of the men.

“Look at her,” one of the masked men muttered. “Still thinks she’s on music bank.”

“She’s a natural fucking tease,” the other grunted. “Always has been.”

Her movements became smoother, a survival instinct taking over. Her body, trained for years to captivate, began to perform on its own. She arched her back, letting her hair fall behind her as she swayed, her eyes closed not in passion but in a desperate attempt to disappear.

“That’s it,” the fan crooned, stepping closer. “You were born for this. To make men hard. To make them want. Show us how good you are.”

She opened her eyes and found his gaze locked on her. The hatred in them was a physical force, but so was the arousal. She could see the bulge straining against his jeans. A fresh wave of terror, cold and sharp, pierced through her numb performance.

He reached out suddenly, grabbing the hem of her sequined top. With a brutal rrrip, he tore it open. Buttons pinged against the concrete. The cool air hit her skin, raising goosebumps. Another pair of hands—she didn’t see whose—yanked her skirt down her legs, leaving her in only her flimsy, lace-trimmed underwear and heels.

“No—”

The protest was weak, swallowed by the music and the pounding of her own heart. They pushed her backward, and she fell into the hard shell of the office chair. In an instant, rough ropes were pulled tight around her wrists and ankles, binding her to the chair’s arms and legs. The coarse fibers bit into her skin. She was trapped, completely exposed under the single bare bulb.

The fan knelt before her, holding up a small, black vibrator. It hummed to life with a low, sinister bzzzz.

“Let’s see what that perfect idol body is really for,” he whispered.

He didn’t touch her core. Instead, he traced the humming toy along the inside of her thigh, a slow, maddening ascent. Her muscles jumped and twitched under the sensation, a traitorous flicker of pleasure sparking in the sea of her fear. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to retreat into herself.

“Look at me,” he commanded. When she didn’t obey, he pressed the vibrator firmly against her clothed clit.

Aaah! Her eyes flew open, a sharp gasp tearing from her lips. The sensation was immediate and intense, a shocking jolt of electricity that her body, despite her mind’s revolt, could not ignore.

“There she is,” he smiled, a cold, cruel thing. “There’s the dirty little thing hiding under all that makeup.”

He moved the vibrator in slow circles, the fabric of her underwear becoming damp under its relentless buzz. A warmth began to pool low in her belly, a humiliating, unwanted heat. She fought it, biting her lip until she tasted copper.

“You hate this, don’t you?” he murmured, leaning close, his breath hot on her ear. “You hate that your body is betraying you. That your pretty little cunt is getting wet for us.”

He shifted the vibrator, slipping it under the waistband of her panties and against her bare skin. The direct contact was a shock. Bzzzzzz. Her back arched against the chair, a moan—half terror, half undeniable sensation—escaping her.

“Mmmph! Stop…”

“But you’re so good at it,” he praised, his voice dripping with mock admiration. “A natural-born cocksleeve. Look at you, dripping all over this toy. You’re a filthy, desperate slut… and you were born for this.”

The whiplash of degradation and praise made her head spin. Tears spilled down her cheeks, but a low, throbbing need continued to build between her legs, syncing with the relentless bzzzz.

One of the masked men stepped closer, unbuckling his belt. “Think she’s ready for the main event?”

The fan didn’t look away from her. “Let’s find out.” He increased the intensity of the vibrator. BZZZZZZ. The sound grew louder, more invasive.

SinB’s hips gave a tiny, involuntary jerk, seeking more pressure. A sound of pure anguish and building climax caught in her throat.

“See?” the fan laughed, a harsh, grating sound. “She’s begging for it. Her body is. She wants to be ruined. She wants to be filled.” He moved the vibrator again, circling her swollen clit with pinpoint precision. “You want to come, you worthless bitch? Come for us. Show your fans how a real star performs.”

The orgasm ripped through her, brutal and unforgiving. Her entire body seized, her cries echoing off the concrete walls as waves of shame-soaked pleasure obliterated her resistance. Gush. A warm trickle of her release seeped out, slicking her thighs.

The vibrator didn’t stop. BZZZZZ. It continued to buzz against her oversensitive flesh, forcing a pained gasp from her. “Too… too much…”

The fan finally pulled it away, holding it up glistening in the light. “Just a preview.” He stood up, and the masked man took his place, his cock hard and eager.

“Such a good girl,” the fan said, his voice soft now, almost intimate. “You took that so well. Now let’s see you take all of him. You’re going to take every inch, you understand? You’re going to prove what a perfect little fucktoy you are.”

The man positioned himself at her entrance. She could feel the blunt, hot pressure against her wetness. Her body, still quivering from the forced orgasm, clenched in terrified anticipation.

“Please,” she whispered, the word a broken thing.

“Shhh,” the fan soothed, stroking her hair. “You can do it. You were made for this. Now… open up.”

The fan crouched before her, his face a mask of calm intensity. The other men stood in the shadows, their presence a low, threatening hum. He held up a phone, the screen glowing.

“Smile for your fans, SinB-ssi,” he said, his voice chillingly even. He tapped the screen, a red light blinking to life. “They’ve been waiting for a behind-the-scenes look. Let’s not disappoint them.”

Tears welled in her eyes, blurring the harsh light. “Please… don’t do this.”

“Shhh,” he soothed, a grotesque parody of care. He reached out and traced the line of her jaw with a single finger. She flinched, a tremor running through her entire body. “You were so eager for our attention before. All those aegyo gestures on stage. All those winks. You begged for our eyes. Now you have them. All of them.”

He nodded to one of the masked figures, who stepped forward. The man’s hands were rough as they grabbed the collar of her top. A sharp rrrip of fabric echoed in the barren room. She cried out, a short, sharp sound as cool air hit her skin. Another tear escaped, tracing a path through the dust on her cheek.

“Look at that,” the fan murmured into the camera’s lens. “Real tears. So much more authentic than your award show speeches.”

The other men moved in, their hands pulling and tearing until she was bare from the waist up, her proud, perfect shoulders slumped in defeat. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to disappear into the darkness behind her eyelids.

“Eyes open,” the fan commanded, his voice losing its soft edge. “Look at the camera. Look at your audience.”

When she didn’t obey, he grabbed her chin, his grip firm, forcing her face toward the phone’s unblinking eye. “Look at them.”

She opened her eyes. The humiliation was a physical burn, hotter than any spotlight.

“Good girl,” he praised, his voice dropping back to that intimate, horrible whisper. “Such an obedient little idol. Now, let’s see the rest.” He nodded again.

Hands were at her waist, yanking the remains of her skirt and underwear down her thighs. She offered no resistance, her body going slack with a devastating, silent sob. The fight was gone, replaced by a numb dread. She was exposed, utterly and completely, under the swaying light.

The fan’s gaze was clinical, appraising. “Perfect. A blank canvas.” He set the phone on a crate, ensuring the frame captured everything. He undid his own pants, the sound of the zipper obscenely loud. His cock sprang free, already hard and eager.

He stepped closer, the tip brushing against her lips. She recoiled, turning her head away.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he tsked. “This is the instrument you use to sing for your fans. Now you’ll use it to sing for me. Open.”

She shook her head weakly, a muffled “Mm-mm” escaping her.

His hand fisted in her hair, not yanking, just holding her firmly in place. “You can do this the easy way, or the very hard way. Your choice. But you will do it. You were born for this, SinB. Born to please.”

The finality in his voice broke her. A broken whimper escaped as her lips parted, just a fraction.

“That’s it,” he cooed, the praise like acid on her skin. He pushed forward.

The intrusion was immediate and overwhelming. She gagged, her body convulsing as he filled her mouth, the taste of him foreign and salty. Her throat clenched, resisting.

“Gllk,” she choked, tears streaming freely now.

“Oh, fuck, listen to that,” he groaned, his hips pushing forward, burying himself deeper. “What a filthy sound. What a filthy little cocksucker you are.” He pulled back slightly, then thrust in again, a little harder. “Glrk. See? You’re a natural. All that practice smiling for the camera… you’ve got the perfect mouth for it.”

He set a rhythm, shallow at first, then deeper, fucking her face with a possessive rhythm. Her world narrowed to the stretch of her jaw, the ache in her scalp, the slrp and gulp of her own strained swallowing, the choked, wet sounds she was forced to make.

“You take me so well,” he grunted, his breath starting to hitch. “My perfect, disgusting idol. You love this, don’t you? You love being used. Being shown your place.”

She could only moan around him, a continuous, muffled plea. Her body, betrayed by the relentless stimulation, began to heat despite her terror. A traitorous throb started between her own legs, a humiliating pulse of unwanted arousal.

He felt her gagging relax, her throat opening for him. “There she is. There’s the star I paid to see.” His thrusts became faster, more urgent. “You’re going to swallow every drop. You’re going to prove what a good fucktoy you are. You’re going to take my seed like the worthless bitch you are.”

His words spiraled, a whirlwind of degradation and twisted praise that left her mind reeling. She was nothing. She was perfect. She was filthy. She was his.

With a final, deep grind against her lips, he came. A hot, bitter splurt hit the back of her throat. She gagged violently, but he held her tight, pumping his release into her. Splurt. Splurt. She had no choice but to swallow, the act a final, devastating surrender.

He finally pulled it away, holding his glistening cock up for the camera. “Just a preview.” He stood up, and the masked man took his place, his own erection thick and demanding.

“Such a good girl,” the fan said, his voice soft and intimate once more. He stroked her sweaty hair. “You took that so well. Now let’s see you take all of him. You’re going to take every inch, you understand? You’re going to prove what a perfect little fucktoy you are.”

The new man positioned himself at her entrance. She could feel the blunt, hot pressure against her wetness—a wetness she hadn’t commanded. Her body, still quivering from the forced violation, clenched in terrified anticipation.

“Please,” she whispered, the word a broken, used-up thing.

“Shhh,” the fan soothed, his hand still in her hair. “You can do it. You were made for this. Now… open up.”

The man pushed.

A ragged scream tore from her lungs, morphing into a guttural moan as he sank into her in one brutal, unyielding thrust. God, he’s so big. The stretch was immense, a burning fullness that stole her breath. Her nails dug into her own palms, the rope on her wrists cutting deeper.

“Fuck,” the masked man grunted, his hands grabbing her hips, holding her still as he began to move. “Tighter than I fucking thought.”

The fan laughed, a low, dark sound. “She’s a virgin. I’d bet my life on it. All that purity concept for the fans… and we get to be her first.” He leaned close to her ear, his breath hot. “How does it feel, SinB? Taking a real man for the first time? Not some backup dancer. This is what you needed, wasn’t it?”

She couldn’t answer. Her world was the pounding rhythm, the slap of skin on skin, the raw, slick sounds of her own body being used. Slosh. Slap. Squelch. Each thrust rocked her whole body, a painful, degrading piston that hit a spot deep inside her that sparked with white-hot fire. She hated it. She craved it. Her moans became louder, less a protest and more a raw, physical reaction.

“That’s it,” the fan encouraged, his voice dripping with malicious pride. “Let them hear you. Let the whole world hear what a little slut you are. You’re born for this. Made for this.”

The man behind her picked up pace, his grunts becoming animalistic. His grip on her hips was bruising. “Gonna fill this tight cunt up. Gonna breed this famous little pussy. Put a baby in their precious idol.”

The fan’s eyes glittered. “Yes. Do it. Let everyone see what happens to brats who think they’re better than us. Let them see her swollen with a fan’s child.”

The threat, the crude biology of it, sent a fresh wave of terror and… something else through her. The man’s thrusts became erratic, frantic. With a final, deep roar, he slammed into her, burying himself to the hilt. She felt a pulsing heat, a sudden, overflowing gush deep within her as he came, his release flooding her. Splurt. Gush.

He collapsed against her back for a moment, panting, before pulling out. A torrent of his spend immediately dripped from her well-used entrance, a hot, shameful trickle down her inner thigh. Drip. Drip.

The fan’s fingers smeared his own release across her thigh, a hot, sticky brand. He held his glistening digits up to the camera’s unblinking eye. “Look at that. Our little idol, already leaking. But we’re not nearly done.” His gaze, cold and calculating, swept past her trembling form to the other men shifting in the shadows. “Who’s next? Let’s see if we can’t get even deeper. Fill her up properly.”

A new figure detached himself from the darkness. He was broader, taller, and the sheer size of him made the air in the room feel thinner. SinB’s eyes, wide and swimming with tears, dropped down and her breath caught in her throat. Oh god. It was monstrous, thick and long and utterly intimidating, jutting out from a thatch of dark hair. A frantic, panicked gulp convulsed in her throat.

Her head shook, a frantic, desperate denial. “Please… no. It won’t fit… It’s too big. You can’t—”

The fan just chuckled, a low, ugly sound. “You can’t say if you don’t try it first, ahahahaha!”

The large man didn’t speak. He simply moved forward, his hands rough on her hips, yanking her lower body toward the edge of the table. The cold metal bit into the backs of her thighs. She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the impossible, terrible pressure.

It came like a battering ram.

A ragged, guttural scream was torn from her lungs as he thrust forward, a single, brutal motion that stretched her beyond any conceivable limit. A burning, tearing sensation ripped through her core, a white-hot agony that stole her vision for a second. Glllrrrk. The wet, strained sound of her body being forced to accommodate him was obscenely loud.

She was sobbing, great heaving breaths that did nothing to quell the fire between her legs. “Nnh—! Ah! Stop! It hurts! It hurts!”

“Such a pretty cry,” the fan cooed, his voice right by her ear. “A perfect sound for a perfect whore. But you can take it. Look at you, stretching so nicely. You were built for this, SinB. Born to be a set of holes.”

Before the words could even register, before she could process the fresh wave of nauseating pain, she felt another pair of hands on her. They gripped the flesh of her ass, pulling her cheeks apart. A new terror, cold and absolute, doused her. No. Not there. Not that.

A slick, cold sensation touched her other entrance, a crude lubricant that did nothing to soothe the violation. She threw her head back, a raw, desperate plea. “No..! What are you doing… STOPP! PLEASE!”

Her plea was met with a second, simultaneous invasion.

The second man drove into her ass with a grunt, a sharp, splitting intrusion that made the first invasion feel almost gentle. Her world dissolved into pure, unadulterated sensation. A dual fullness, a devastating stretch that pushed the very air from her lungs in a choked mmmpfh!

The two men found a rhythm, a vicious, pounding counterpoint that shook the table and her entire universe. Slap. Slap. Slap. The sound of their bodies meeting hers was a relentless, degrading percussion to her broken screams.

“Look at the camera, slut,” the fan commanded, his voice sharp. “Let them see the face of their precious idol getting what she always needed. A good, hard fucking.”

Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the sweat on her temples. Her body was a battlefield of conflicting sensations—the sharp, biting pain of the brutal stretch, and a deep, traitorous thrum of stimulation that the relentless friction was stoking despite her terror. A low, unwilling moan mixed with her next sob.

“Hear that?” the fan laughed. “She’s starting to like it. Of course she is. This is what all that dancing was for, wasn’t it? Teasing everyone with this world-class body. Now it’s finally being put to its real use.”

The man in her ass groaned, his thrusts becoming harder, more focused. “Tighter than her pussy. Damn. Like a virgin.”

“She’s no virgin,” the fan sneered, his words lashing her. “She’s just a greedy, hungry little thing. Look at her take it. A born cocksleeve. A filthy little anal whore who can’t get enough.”

The verbal barrage was its own violation, layering onto the physical ones. Each crude praise felt like a needle, sewing this new, horrific identity onto her soul. The man in her pussy suddenly leaned over her, his chest pressed against her back, his mouth near her ear.

“Gonna breed you,” he grunted, his breath hot and ragged. “Gonna pump this expensive cunt so full of come it’ll never wash out. Maybe we’ll put a baby in you. A little bastard souvenir. How would your fans like that?”

The threat, the crude biology of it, sent a fresh wave of terror and a shocking, unwelcome jolt of heat through her ravaged core. His thrusts became erratic, frantic. With a final, deep roar, he slammed into her, burying himself to the hilt. She felt a pulsing heat, a sudden, overflowing gush deep within her as he came. Splurt. Gush.

He stayed buried inside her, his weight a crushing anchor. His ragged breaths fanned against her neck. “So deep,” he grunted, his voice thick with satisfaction. “My come’s so deep in your famous little womb, SinB. Do you feel it? Hot, isn’t it?”

She did feel it. A shameful, traitorous warmth spreading through her center, a stark contrast to the cold metal beneath her back. A sob tried to escape, but it came out as a wet, choked gurgle around the foul-tasting gag.

He finally pulled out with a soft, wet shluck. The sudden emptiness was almost as violating as the filling. She felt his spend immediately begin to seep out of her, a slow, warm trickle down the inside of her thigh. The sensation was obscene, a constant, dripping reminder.

“Look at that,” one of the other men said, his voice eager. “Already leaking. Like she can’t even hold it.”

“Maybe she wants to,” the leader said, his fingers tracing the sticky trail on her skin. He brought his fingertips to her lips, smearing the evidence of his possession across her gag. “A little taste of what you are now. My filthy cunt.”

Her head thrashed side to side, a futile attempt to escape the defilement. Mmmph! No!

“Such a pretty, perfect face,” he crooned, his voice shifting, adopting a mocking, worshipful tone. “All those fans, they think this mouth is for singing. For thanking them. But it’s not, is it? It’s for this. You were born for this.” His fingers pressed harder, forcing the taste of him into the fabric of the gag.

The whiplash from crude degradation to twisted praise sent a dizzying spiral through her. The humiliation was absolute.

“My turn,” the gruff-voiced man said, already unbuckling his pants. “Want to see if that tight ass is as good as the front.”

Panic, raw and absolute, seized her. She tried to clench, to tense her entire body, but she was spread open, utterly exposed. The leader held her hips down, his grip like iron.

“Easy now,” the leader said, but it wasn’t for her benefit. He was talking to his accomplice. “She’s a star. Be… respectful.”

The other man spat on his hand, a thick ptui, and slicked himself. The cold, wet sound made her flinch. He positioned himself roughly, the blunt head of his cock pressing against a place that had never been touched, never been meant for this.

“Relax, superstar,” the leader whispered in her ear, his voice a venomous caress. “You’ll take it. You’re going to take every inch. Such a good girl for us.”

The pressure was immense, a burning, impossible stretch. She screamed into the gag, the sound a muffled, desperate MMMPHF! Her back arched off the floor as he forced his way inside, a brutal, tearing invasion. Glrk. The noise was wet and wrong. The pain was blinding, white-hot, eclipsing everything.

“Fuck! So fucking tight!” the man grunted, his hips slamming forward to sheath himself fully inside her.

Tears streamed from her eyes, blurring the shadowed roof of the van. The pain was a live wire, but beneath it, a horrific, full sensation bloomed. She was packed, stretched, filled beyond comprehension.

“See?” the leader said, his hand stroking her hair almost gently. “You’re a natural. A perfect, filthy anal whore. Born to be stuffed in every hole.” He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. “You’re even prettier when you cry.”

The man behind her began to move, a harsh, punishing rhythm. Each thrust was a shock, a thump of flesh against flesh that rocked her entire body. The pain began to mutate, fading into a numb, overwhelming fullness. The leader watched, his eyes dark with a possessive glee, before lowering his head to her breast, his mouth latching onto a nipple through the thin fabric of her top. He bit down, not hard enough to break skin, but enough to make her jolt. A sharp sting, then a suck. The dual sensation—the brutal fucking from behind and the wet, claiming mouth on her breast—shattered her thoughts into fragmented, sensory chaos.

The van hit a bump, jostling them all, and the man behind her drove in deeper with a guttural groan. “Gonna come in this pretty ass,” he panted. “Fill it up. Make a mess of you.”

“Do it,” the leader commanded, lifting his head, his lips glistening. “Breed this ass, too. Let’s see which hole takes better.”

The man’s rhythm became frantic, erratic. His grip on her hips tightened, fingers digging into her skin. With a final, deep grind and a choked roar, he stilled. She felt a second, distinct flood inside her, this one in the deepest, most violated part of her body. A hot, pulsing sploosh that seemed to go on and on.

He pulled out with a wet, sloppy shlorp, and she felt a sudden, gaping emptiness, followed immediately by a hot trickle joining the first from her front. She was dripping, leaking their combined release onto the van floor.

The leader smiled down at her. “Look at you. A total mess. My messy girl.” He ran a hand over her stomach. “Who knows? Maybe one of us just put a baby in you. A little monster to remember us by. How would that look on variety shows, SinB? A pregnant, ruined idol.”

The horror of it was a cold stone in her gut. Her body, the instrument of her career, was being permanently, irrevocably defaced.

The third man, quiet until now, stepped forward. He didn’t speak. He simply took the leader’s place between her legs, his cock already hard, glistening with her wetness and the spend of the first two. He pushed her legs wider, his gaze fixed on the devastating, leaking proof of her submission.

The leader moved to her head, his fingers working at the knot of the gag. “Let’s hear that famous voice now,” he said, pulling the sodden cloth from her mouth. “Sing for us.”

She drew in a ragged, shuddering breath, her throat raw. The third man’s cock slid into her well-used, overflowing channel with a slick, easy sqush.

“Please,” she rasped, the word torn from her, a broken sound she barely recognized as her own. “Stop…”

The man above her thrust hard, punching the air from her lungs.

The leader’s smile was a cold, cruel slash in the dim light. “Please stop? Or please, more? You’ll have to be clearer, superstar. Use that pretty voice.”

Her asshole, stretched and violated, burned with a fierce, stretching agony. Each shallow breath was a struggle, the man buried in her pussy fucking her with a relentless, grinding rhythm. Squick. Squelch. Squick. The obscene, wet music of her own ruin. A hot tear finally broke free, tracing a path through the smeared mascara on her cheek. It was a sign of weakness, a last vestige of the person she was an hour ago.

The man at her head grabbed a fistful of her dark hair, yanking her forward onto his cock. “Open up, bitch. You’re not singing anymore.”

Her lips parted on a choked sob, and he filled her mouth, the thick, salty taste of him making her gag. Glrk. Gag. Glrk. Her throat convulsed, struggling to accommodate the invasion. Her eyes streamed, blurring the leering faces above her.

This is it, a detached part of her mind whispered. This is how you end. On a dirty floor, used and broken.

But then, something shifted.

The pain in her ass began to change. The sharp, tearing edge softened, melting into a deep, throbbing heat that spread through her core. Each brutal thrust from the man in her pussy sent a shocking jolt through her, a spark that ignited a fire she never knew she possessed. The humiliation of being so exposed, so utterly dominated, began to feel less like a punishment and more like a… release.

The leader watched her, his dark eyes missing nothing. He saw the minute change in her body, the slightest unclenching of her fists, the way her hips gave a tiny, involuntary jerk to meet a thrust.

“Look at that,” he murmured, his voice a low, gritty thing. “I think our little idol is starting to appreciate the show.” He leaned down, his lips close to her ear. “You feel that, don’t you? That’s your body telling you the truth your pride won’t. You were born to be a filthy, used-up cocksleeve. Not a star. A hole.”

His words should have eviscerated her. Instead, they coiled in her gut, hot and strangely affirming. A fresh, helpless moan vibrated around the cock in her mouth. Mmmnpfh.

The leader laughed, a short, harsh sound. “See? She agrees. You’re a natural, SinB. A perfect, pretty fucktoy. All that training, all that dancing… it was just practice for taking dick, wasn’t it?”

He nodded to the man at her head, who pulled his slick length from her throat with a wet shlrp. She gasped for air, her chest heaving, saliva and pre-cum glistening on her chin.

“Tell him,” the leader commanded, his grip tightening on her hair. “Tell him how good his cock tastes.”

She panted, her mind a whirlpool of confusion and building, shameful need. The words felt foreign, alien. “I… it’s…” Another hard thrust from below stole her breath, and a surge of electric pleasure made her cry out. “Good… it feels good…”

“Louder.”

“It feels good!” she cried out, the confession torn from her, a dam breaking inside. The admission unleashed something wild. She stopped fighting the cock at her lips and instead leaned forward, taking him deep, her tongue swirling. Slurp. Gulp. She was good at this. She could feel his surprise, his sharp intake of breath. She was performing.

“Fuck, she’s a demon,” the man in her throat grunted, his hips stuttering.

The one in her pussy groaned, his pace becoming frantic. “Gonna fill this pretty idol cunt. Gonna breed you right here, you fucking slut.”

The primal claim should have terrified her. Instead, a sharp, desperate ache answered it deep in her womb. Yes. The thought was clear, horrifying, and utterly exhilarating. Fill me. Ruin me.

The leader’s eyes were dark with a furious, possessive heat. “Do it. Pump her full. Let’s see if a celebrity can take a real man’s seed.”

With a guttural roar, the man buried inside her slammed home, his body stiffening. She felt the hot, sudden pulse deep within her, a series of thick, liquid bursts that painted her insides. Splurt. Splurt. Gush. A warm, claiming flood that soothed the raw friction and sent a final, shocking wave of pleasure crashing through her. Her body seized, convulsing around him in a silent, overwhelming climax, her toes curling, her back arching off the cold floor.

He collapsed on her, spent, but the leader was already pushing him aside. “My turn.” His cock, slick with her own arousal, pressed against her well-used, dripping entrance. He pushed in without ceremony, groaning at the slick, heated tightness. Sqush.

“Still so tight,” he grunted, his thrusts measured and deep, each one pressing the previous man’s release deeper into her. “You were made for this. Look at you. My perfect, bred whore.”

He leaned over her, his voice dropping to a possessive whisper. “You feel that? That warmth inside you? That’s your new purpose. Maybe it’ll take. Maybe we’ll put a baby in that famous belly. Would you like that? To be full of me forever?”

She couldn’t speak. She could only moan, a high, broken sound of utter surrender, her body moving with his, meeting his thrusts, chasing the feeling only he could give her now. The camera’s red light watched, unblinking, capturing every second of her downfall, and she found she didn’t care anymore. She just wanted more.

He fucked her through her sensitivity, the overstimulation a sharp, bright pain that blurred into ecstasy. The man at her head guided himself back to her lips and she opened willingly, sucking him down with a hungry desperation that made him curse.

The leader’s pace became frantic, his control snapping. “That’s it, take it, you beautiful ruined slut! Take every drop!”

He plunged deep, grinding against her, and she felt the second hot flood join the first, a deeper, more violent eruption that seemed to sear her very soul. Sploosh. Gurgle. He held himself there, pulsing, ensuring not a single drop was wasted.

He finally pulled out, his breathing ragged, and looked down at the mess he’d made of her. Her makeup was a wreck, her eyes glazed and unfocused, her lips swollen and bruised. His cum and the other man’s began to seep out of her, a slow, thick trickle onto the floor beneath her. Drip. Drip.

The man at her mouth finished with a choked gasp, pulling back as she swallowed convulsively. Gulp.

For a moment, there was only the sound of heavy breathing. The leader traced a finger through the sticky mess on her inner thigh, bringing it to her lips. She didn’t hesitate. She opened her mouth, her tongue darting out to clean his finger, her eyes locked on his.

A slow, triumphant smile spread across his face. “There she is.” He looked toward the camera, then back at her. “Now… let’s see how well you can take a third.”

The camera’s red eye continued its unblinking stare. It saw everything. It saw the third man, the one who had waited so patiently, finally claim his prize. His thick, veined shaft slid into her wet, used pussy with a slick, welcoming sqush. It saw SinB’s back arch, not in protest, but in offering, her perfect, round ass lifted high for the man behind the lens.

“Get a close-up,” the leader’s voice cut through the heavy air. “Get a shot of that famous ass getting clapped by a real fan.”

The cameraman moved in, the lens focusing on the point where their bodies met. The third man’s grip on her hips was brutal, his thrusts a steady, punishing rhythm. Slap. Slap. Slap. Each impact sent a jolt through her, each one a sharp, electric echo that morphed into a deep, resonant pleasure. Her face was turned toward the camera, her eyes glazed, a thin line of drool connecting her bruised lips to the floor.

“Look at that,” the cameraman chuckled, the sound distorted through the device. “World Star material right here. Your fans are gonna love this, SinB. They’ll finally see the real you.”

The words should have scalded her. They didn’t. They sank into her, warm and heavy, another layer of cement settling around the tomb of her old self. She was the real her. This was it.

The man fucking her leaned over, his chest pressing against her sweaty back. “You like this, don’t you, you filthy idol slut?” he grunted into her ear. “You love getting your used-up cunt stretched.”

“Yes,” she panted, the word a ragged, honest thing. “Yes.”

“Tell the camera who you belong to.”

She turned her head, meeting the lens’s dark glass directly. A ghost of her old, practiced smile touched her lips. “I’m your slut,” she breathed, her voice hoarse from screaming and sucking. “I belong to you. All of you.”

The leader laughed, a sound of pure, dark triumph. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back. “A star is reborn.” He guided his cock, still slick with his own release, back to her mouth. “Clean me off. Show everyone how a good little whore thanks her masters.”

She opened her mouth without hesitation, her tongue snaking out to lap at his length. The taste was musky, salty, undeniably male. It was the taste of her surrender. Slurp. Lick. Gulp. She took him deep, her throat relaxing, accepting him with a skill that made his eyes roll back.

“Fuck, you were born for this,” he groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair. “A natural cocksucker. All that training on stage… just practice for taking dick. Admit it.”

She moaned around him, the vibration earning a sharp thrust from the man taking her from behind. The dual sensation, the fullness in her mouth and the deep, rhythmic pounding in her pussy, short-circuited her thoughts. There was only sensation. Only the need to be used.

“We’re not done with you,” the leader whispered, pulling himself from her lips with a wet pop. He looked at the cameraman. “Switch. I want her ass again. I want to feel that tight little starfish stretch for me while she’s full.”

The change was seamless. The third man pulled out of her soaked pussy with a lewd, wet schloomp, his cum already starting to seep out of her. The leader positioned himself at her rear, his thumb pressing against her pulsing, well-stretched rosebud.

“This is going to be your signature hole,” he promised, his voice low and intent. “Every time you try to sit on your throne, you’ll feel us here. You’ll remember what you really are.”

He pushed in. Squeeeek. The burn was instantaneous, a bright, white-hot stretch that made her cry out. But it was familiar now. It was a pain that quickly melted, transforming into a shocking, mind-numbing fullness that seemed to reach into her very core. He bottomed out, his hips flush against her ass, and held there, letting her feel every inch.

“So fucking tight,” he grunted, his voice strained. “Like a virgin all over again. You’re a miracle, you know that? A perfect, fuckable miracle.”

The praise, twisted and crude, sent a fresh wave of heat flooding through her. She pushed back against him, wordlessly begging for him to move. He obliged, setting a brutal, deep pace. Thump. Thump. Squelch.

The cameraman was back at her front, his own cock hard and eager. He tapped it against her slick, swollen lips. “Open wide, superstar. Time for your encore.”

She did, taking him into the wet heat of her mouth just as the leader slammed into her ass. The double penetration was complete, overwhelming, absolute. She was a vessel, a toy, being used exactly as she was meant to be. Her muffled moans were a continuous soundtrack to their grunts and the slick, wet sounds of their fucking.

“That’s it, take it all, you greedy bitch,” the leader snarled, his thrusts becoming erratic. “I’m gonna fill this ass up. Gonna plug you so full, you’ll be dripping us for days.”

His body went rigid against hers. She felt the hot, sudden pulse deep in her bowels, a thick, liquid burst that seemed to go on forever. Splurt. Gurgle. Splurt. The warmth spread inside her, a claiming, possessive heat that triggered her own climax. Her body convulsed around both cocks, a silent, screaming orgasm that left her trembling and weak.

He collapsed on top of her for a moment, then pulled out. A gush of his release followed, a thick, pearlescent stream against her thigh. Drip. Splat.

The cameraman wasn’t far behind. With a guttural cry, he shoved himself deep down her throat. Glurk. She felt the hot jets hitting the back of her throat and swallowed instinctively, greedily. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.

When he pulled away, gasping, she was panting, a mess of sweat, spit, and cum. The leader traced a finger through the pool of seed on her thigh, then through the trickle seeping from her ass. He brought his glistening fingers to her lips.

“Clean up your mess,” he ordered, his voice husky.

She leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lick his fingers clean with a quiet, devoted slurp. She tasted all of them. She tasted her own ruin. It was the sweetest thing she’d ever known.

The leader smiled down at her, a cruel, proud curve of his lips. He glanced at the camera, its light still glowing.

“You think she can take another round?” the cameraman asked, his voice full of awe and lust. “Think we can actually get a baby in there?”

The leader’s eyes locked with SinB’s. His gaze was a promise of endless, beautiful degradation.

“Only one way to find out.”

[kesujo]

Baking Lessons

Welcome to the only fic in quite a while that I didn't create an outline for! Just sorta winged it the entire way, hope you enjoy! :D

When you wake, the first view you’re greeted with is the gently smiling visage of a breathtakingly beautiful woman.

“Oh, hi there.”

“Oh my—”

You spring up to a sitting position, creating a bit of distance. She giggles and follows suit.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah, I did.”

The woman smiles. “That’s good. You looked so peaceful while you were sleeping and the grass looked so comfy, I decided to join you.”

“I can see that.”

You try to ignore the passersby who are shooting you two sideways glances—you are typically better at doing so, but ordinarily, you only have yourself to consider. Now, with this other person catching the weirded-out looks normally directed your way, you start feeling guilty.

“I’m Yeoreum by the way, but you can call me Summer if you’d like.”

“So you’re ‘Summer’ either way, huh?”

You can see her face light up at that. “Oh! You know Korean?”

“Enough to know that ‘yeoreum’ is ‘summer’.”

Yeoreum is now positively beaming at you. For someone named ‘Summer’, Yeoreum certainly lives up to that word. Her smile is like the sun: radiant, warm, beautiful.

“That’s so cool! Do you have a Korean girlfriend or something?”

Hm, that’s a strange thing to extrapolate from what you said. “No, I watched this Korean drama a few years ago and thought the language looked funny so I studied it by myself for a few years.”

Yeoreum laughed at that. “Oh, really? I guess it does sort of look funny. Can I try to guess your name? Do you have a Korean one?” You shake your head. “Oh! Can I give you one?”

You are used to the one making people scratch their heads, so to be the one scratching your head is … a bizarre experience. So, this is how it feels, huh?

“Uhm, yeah, sure.”

“Hm … well, it’s a really nice day outside, and I’m assuming you’re taking a nap on the Walkway because of that, so what about ‘Haechan’?”

“’Sun’ and ‘bright’?”

“Yeah! Together, it can mean something like ‘the warmth of the sun’ or something, right? Since you seem to like it so much.”

Yeoreum’s expression is so radiant and energetic, her eyes so full of life and expectation, that you find that you can’t respond any other way than, “Yeah. I love it.”

Haechan … is Yeoreum gaslighting you with the excitement in her eyes and the giddiness in her voice? Because the more you repeat it in your mind, the more you find yourself liking the sound of that name. But, realistically, who wouldn’t love the name bequeathed by such a vibrant, sunny girl?

“Yay! Then, we’re ‘Summer’ and ‘the warmth of the sun’, huh?” Even after you part ways, Yeoreum’s beaming visage stays fresh in your mind.

--

“What? ‘Haechan’?”

“Yeah. ‘The warmth of the sun’, right?”

Your Korean friend, Alex, laughs. “Right. ‘Sun’ and ‘bright’. But, why do you randomly want me to call you that from now on?”

“Someone gave it to me.”

“Who? A friend?”

“Nope, met her earlier today.”

Alex bursts out laughing. “What? Love at first sight? Is—” you shoot him a look, so he quickly corrects course, “Haechan, The Unshakeable, finally whipped for some girl?”

“Not some girl; her name’s Yeoreum.”

“Oh, that’s cute: ‘Summer’, sharing some similarities with that name.”

You nod. “Right? She looked so excited to give me the name, too. I mean, could I have really said ‘no’?”

“Pfft.” Alex turns back to his laptop. “Yes, you very well could have. Unless you instantly fell in love with her. What, did she, like, compliment that beanie you’re wearing despite it being spring or something?”

“Well, she did do that, but no. I was napping on the lawn on the Walkway—”

“—as you do—”

“—as you do, and when I woke up, she was laying down right next to me.”

“Woow. A true match made in heaven.”

“A true match in a match box.”

“…What?”

“What?”

Alex, your friend of two years, directs an utterly baffled expression at you. “What—…that doesn’t even … make sense? A match box?”

“Yeah. You know, a box with a bunch of matches.”

“But those matches aren’t…” Alex just sighs. “Right. Never mind.

Seeing Alex’s baffled expression, you breathe a sigh of relief. All’s right with the world.

--

Except, the next time you see Yeoreum, it’s her who’s napping on the Walkway, and when you try to sneak up on her, it turns out, she isn’t napping. Yeoreum springs up, letting loose an adorable growl and grabbing your shoulders with her cute little hands.

“Hi again, Yeoreum.”

“Aw, I didn’t get you?”

“It does look like you got me.”

“But you weren’t scared!”

“Oh no, I definitely peed myself a little.”

Yeoreum giggles at that. “Ew!”

You guffaw at her. “What do you mean ‘ew’? It’s your fault!”

Yeoreum’s giggles intensifies. “Ok, ok, I’m sorry. I was looking forward to seeing your scared expression, too.”

You can’t help but smile at the slight pout that forms from Yeoreum’s lips. But, “Were you really waiting here for me to try and scare me?”

“Yep!”

“I…” it isn’t often you’re left speechless, but Yeoreum somehow manages to do that effortlessly. “…what if I don’t show up? What if I got sick or something?”

“Well, one of these days, you’re bound to see me here, right?”

“And how did you know it was me?”

“I didn’t.” There it is again. Yeoreum is taking you out for a loop again, pulling you out of your natural comfort zone. “I was just really hoping it was you, and I was right!”

“Hm…”

“What time is it right now?”

You pull out your phone. “Almost 3.”

“Oh, perfect. There’s this bakery my friend was telling me about that’s just off campus, do you wanna tag along?”

“I guess that makes sense, preparing yourself by cooking yourself in the sun before going to a bakery to get some pastries cooked in an oven.”

“Well, no, it wouldn’t have been enough because I don’t have any sugar to make pastries.”

“Am I not sweet enough?”

“Well, it would have to be me who would need to be sweet, right?”

“Then I’ll share some with you.”

Yeoreum giggles. “Well, I appreciate that! Shall we get going?”

“…Was that a conversation I just heard?”

The two of you turn to see another woman, also breathtakingly beautiful and standing a few inches shorter. “See Luda, Haechan gets me. It turns out, I’m not crazy.”

“No, I’m pretty sure you are. Any normal person wouldn’t have been able to follow that conversation. Heck, I wasn’t able to follow that conversation, and I’ve been your friend for how many years?”

Yeoreum sticks out her tongue at her friend. “You aren’t invited to tag along to the bakery then.”

Luda just ends up smiling. “I wouldn’t want to intrude anyway. Have fun on your date, and thanks for taking Yeoreum off my hands, Haechan.”

“She is fun-sized, isn’t she?”

Luda blinks. “What?”

“Taking me off your hands, as in putting me in someone’s hands, which would then mean that I would need to be small, therefore ‘fun-sized’.”

Yeoreum seems to be the one person who can catch you off guard. But, as you’re experiencing first-hand, this also means that Yeoreum is the one person who can understand your thought processes—and while it is fun to see people scratch their heads in confusion and stammer as they try to tell you that you aren’t making any sense only to realize that there is a logic behind the words coming out of your mouth, having someone who can follow your train of thought is refreshing. You reveled in the fact that you were an enigma to everyone you’ve ever met, but Yeoreum makes you feel understood, perhaps for the first time in your entire life. And that isn’t a terrible feeling either. “Exactly.”

Luda guffaws at you. “Wha—I—that doesn—right, sorry. You two are a match made in heaven.”

“A match made in a match box.”

“That’s what I told my friend earlier!”

“I’m not going to pretend to understand. See you later, Yeoreum!”

Yeoreum beams at her friend as she walks away. “See you when I see you!” You catch yourself enamored by her smile, and when she turns back to you, she has to snap you out of it. “What’s up?”

“Sorry. I love your smile. It suits your name very well.”

“Oh!” You aren’t sure if it’s just the warm weather or a glint in your eye, but you swear you can see her cheeks redden. “Aw, thanks! Shall we?”

The bakery ends up being too crowded to eat at, so Yeoreum invites you back to her apartment to feast on the pastries you two just picked up. “You can leave your shoes there. Do you want slippers?”

“Are there—oh, I don’t think those will fit me.”

“Oh. Um…”

“It’s ok, I’m fine.”

While not exactly tidy, the apartment is homely: a light jacket draped over a chair in the dining room here, a pair of sweatpants strewn over a sofa in the living room there. From the sparing glance you take, the kitchen is a bit more cluttered: bottles of various sauces, a cute little rack holding stylized spice containers, a water filter sitting to the left of the sink with a towel draped around it, and an Animal Crossing themed napkin holder sitting in the middle of the dining table. Attached to the fridge is a calendar filled with various scribbles and reminders that you don’t take too close a look at, for fear of seeming nosy, and follow Yeoreum to the living room.

“What’d you get?”

“Key lime pie.”

“Ooh, yeah. The kind of green key lime pies are always look tasty, don’t they?”

“It sorta looks like the grass you see on professional golf courses.”

“I wonder how comfy those are to nap on.”

“For someone with such beautiful, porcelain skin, you seem to like napping out in the sun quite a bit.”

Yeoreum giggles at that. “Do you want to guess how much I spend on sunscreen every year?”

“Um…” should you lowball the estimate to be polite or tell her your actual guess? “…maybe, like, $100?”

“Nothing!” Huh … that’s the one answer you didn’t expect. “My mom works for a beauty products company, so she’s sends me free samples of various products, including sunscreen, a lot.”

“Oh, that explains it.”

“Hm?”

“Part of the payment for modeling for them is the products that you model for, right?”

This time, Yeoreum’s laugh is fuller, a magical, musical twinkling sound that inadvertently curls the corner of your lips into a smile. “What are you saying? I don’t model for them.” This time, you can more clearly see the redness spreading to her cheeks.

“Oh really? That’s a shame.”

“I could never do something like that. It feels like it would be embarrassing having so many people looking at me so expectantly and doing all those poses.”

For the first time, it feels like it’s Yeoreum who’s on the backfoot, and you want to capitalize on this opportunity to the max. “Oh, I’m sure you could get used to it.”

“Are you secretly a recruiting agent sent by my mom?” Yeoreum’s continued laughter is widening your smile second by second. “She’s been trying to get me to model for her company for like, 2 years now.”

“Well, your mom has a good eye.”

“Is this how you get all the girls?”

You gasp dramatically. “Accusing me of being a kidnapper? Not a very smart move, inviting someone like me into your apartment.”

“Then, has it ever occurred to you that I’m into that?”

“Well, then I’d say that’s a dangerous kink for someone as pretty as you.”

“Oh, suddenly Mr. Kidnapper is shy?”

“Who’s the shy one here? Are your cheeks turning red?”

Yeoreum turns away from you. “Never mind that, what kind of bread did you get there?”

“Hm? Oh, melon bread.”

“Woow, so booring.”

You laugh. “What? It’s good!”

“Their new products. Did you see them?” You shake your head. “Cream pies. I’ve also been craving cream pies recently, and they happened to be stocking them, too. I looove cream pies.”

Yeoreum either has a very solid poker face or she genuinely doesn’t catch the double entendre. But, you’ve only known her for not even an entire week, so you don’t want to come strong off the gate and come across as off-puttingly forward. “Oh, I don’t think I saw them.” You match her poker face with equal aplomb. You aren’t ready to relinquish control of things quite yet.

“What do you think about cream pies?” OK, there is no way Yeoreum doesn’t know what she’s doing.

“I can’t say I’ve ever had the chance to experience it. Maybe next time, I’ll try it out.”

“Or, how about now?”

As long as she continues to humor you, you decide to do the same to her. “Now?” Yeoreum is smiling at you, and you start to feel your control of the conversation start to slip away. “You want to walk back there now?” You put your hands on your knees, starting the motion of getting up, but are stopped by Yeoreum, who guides you back onto the sofa by pulling at your arm.

“No need.” Actually, maybe you never had control of it. “We can get our creampies here.” Maybe, you’re dancing in the palm of Yeoreum’s hands.

“Oh? How?”

“Why don’t you tell me?”

But, if there is anyone’s palm whose hand you’d dance on, it’s Yeoreum’s.

“Or, here’s a better idea: why don’t I show you?”

In two steps, you close the distance between yourself and Yeoreum, and as she lets out a surprised yelp, you kneel down and secure your arms around Yeoreum’s small frame.

“Oh my—!” Yeoreum’s yelp turns into a squeal, her arms looping around your neck as you take a brief second to stabilize yourself before lifting her up. “—gosh!” Thankfully, the layout of the apartment is fairly linear, and the door to her bedroom is marked with her name. When you make it inside her bedroom, you slam the door shut with your feet and then dump her onto her bed.

She looks back up at you, a sly smile playing at her lips. You take a moment to appreciate her beauty, but are soon interrupted by her feet, dangling off the side of the bed and tapping at the backsides of your legs.

“Carrying me to my bed and throwing me onto it, I thought you were gonna show me something…?”

“Impatient?”

“Call me ‘excited’.”

“I thought your name was ‘Summer’.”

Yeoreum grins. “Then, it’s my middle name.”

“Well then, Ms. Summer ‘Excited’…”

“Lee.”

“Ms. Summer ‘Excited’ Lee, why don’t I reward your excitement?” The smile on Yeoreum’s face quickly twists into an expression equally shocked and aroused when your hand dives under her skirt to cup her damp heat. “So wet.”

“Well, it is typhoon season.”

“Hm, then how about this?”

Yeoreum lets out another, frankly adorable, sound that lay somewhere between a yelp and a moan when your middle finger presses against her clothed slit. “Ooh, gosh…”

The breath that Yeoreum lets out is shaky, but it still somehow doesn’t feel like you’re in control. As your finger rubs that hot, damp area, you can’t help but feel that Yeoreum is somehow guiding your wrist, using your fingers to pleasure herself. But frankly, you’re perfectly fine with it, because listening to her moan, seeing her beautiful features contort and twist with various expression of ecstasy, feeling her lithe body shuddering and tensing at your touch is giving you as much, if not more, pleasure than what she’s experiencing. You can feel the tension in your nether regions worsen, and as much as you try to ignore it, pushes to the forefront of your mind.

And, if only to further reinforce the idea that Yeoreum is the one in control, she’s the one who says, “I thought you were going to show me something.”

“I am,” you tell her, “And it’s just about ready to be shown.” Her attention drifts south, but when she sees that you aren’t making any efforts to fulfill your promise, her eyes dart back up to yours. “But who’s to say that you deserve it yet?”

A smile flickers at Yeoreum’s lips, and just like that, she hands the reigns of control over to you. “Then, shall I?” Or so it seems. But as she pushes you off her, directs you to lay on her bed, and mounts you, the way she looks at you and slowly, teasingly plays at the hem of her shirt that you’re somehow only now noticing is doing a magnificent job at emphasizing the soft curves of her body, you’re beginning to think that maybe it’s all in your head. “Do you want to bet if I have a bra on right now?”

“What a naughty girl, going out in public without a bra on?!” Your voice, your facial expressions, overplay the shock you are actually feeling towards that question.

“Well, then you’ll be disappointed to learn that I do, in fact, have one on.” However, when she throws her shirt over her head, your eyes tell you a different story. “Oh! Whoops, I guess I forgot, I don’t have one on.”

It’s definitely all in your head. Even when Yeoreum seems to be giving you control over things, she always reveals herself as the one pulling the strings in the shadows. But do you care? No, not in the slightest. Life is always more fun if you can’t predict what’ll happen next.

“They’re quite pretty.”

Yeoreum follows your eyes, looking down at her own boobs. “Are they?”

You nod. “May I?” Yeoreum intercepts your hands, grabbing both wrists and guiding them onto the object of both of your interests. You can barely hear a gasp from Yeoreum as your hands cup her supple breasts, and another slightly louder one as you feel your palms filling out with its supple texture. “Look. So soft, unblemished, and,” Yeoreum lets out an even louder gasp when your thumb traces her light-brown areola, a set of nearly perfect circles stretching across the gentle curve of her bosom, “these, especially.”

“You like them that much?”

“Don’t you?”

“Hmm. I don’t mind them.”

“They’re perfect. Plus, look how sensitive you are,” to prove your point, you brush your thumb against the hardened teat of her breasts, eliciting a sharp moan from the woman.

“Is-Is that good?”

“It is, to me.” This time, your index finger joins your thumb, lightly rolling the hardened nub between the two digits, earning you a louder, more emphatic moan. “You have such a beautiful voice, and such a beautiful moan, too.”

“Am I earning the right to be shown the thing you have been hinting at?”

“You are.” Your fingers retreat to tracing circles around her areola as you use the rest of your hand to knead the plush flesh. Yeoreum’s moans turn into sighs, her back arching into you. “I love it. How responsive you are.” You can start to feel how antsy she’s getting, but they’re too addicting. Your hands are sinking into her boobs, and every brush against her hardened peaks elicits another soft sigh. The feeling of its velvety texture, the plushness of the skin giving way to your palms and fingers, watching them, and her, reacting so lewdly to your hands in such an expression manner, and hearing that beautiful voice of hers getting deeper and heavier with arousal…

“Am I living up to your expectations?”

“Yeah.”

“Enough that I can see this thing you’ve been meaning to show me?”

“You’re that excited?” With her eyes still closed, Yeoreum nods. “Certainly living up to your middle name, Summer. What do you think?”

“I think … hmm, ah…” The more your fingers trace circles around her areola, teasingly close, inching ever closer but never quite touching it, the more impatient you can feel Yeoreum become until it leaks out into her voice. “… I … oh gosh, please…”

“Hm? Please…?”

“N-No, it’s fine!” Her body tells you another story, though. It tells you, it screams out at you, how desperately it wants you to make contact with that sensitive area on her boobs, but you make sure to pull away just enough every single time.

“So needy.”

Yeoreum doesn’t respond, her breath having deepened to such a point that you can see her chest rising and falling. And, while it’s fun to tease Yeoreum like this, it’s at your own expense as well: the tension in your boxers has only gotten worse, and by now, you feel just as eager to get on with it as she is.

“I think—” but as your hands leave Yeoreum’s boobs, she lets out a whine. When she opens her eyes to meet yours, her lips are drawn into a noticeable pout, but when she sees them heaving for your pants, that look of disappointment immediately subsides. “—I think that you’ve earned it by now.”

“…but…”

Reading the unspoken request in her eyes, you say, “You can do it yourself, can’t you?”

“It doesn’t feel half as good when it’s my hands.”

“Well then, I’ll give you a choice: continue what I was doing, or move on to what’s next?”

“Can’t I have both?”

You feel another smile breaking out on your face. “Can you? Greedy, greedy girl.”

“…but?”

“You’re irresistible, Yeoreum.”

The luminescent, heart-stopping smile proudly displayed on her face tells you her answer to your rhetorical question. But, before you can start taking off your shorts, or even ask her to unmount you, Yeoreum interjects. “Wait!” You look up at her. “Can I?”

Yeoreum, ever the pleasant surprise. “Of course.”

She happily jumps off your lap and kneels over, pausing for a second as if to admire the tent that had grown in your shorts, and begins to pull at the hem of your shorts and boxers. You prop yourself up with your hands and watch as your cock springs free of its constraints, and a blush spreads across Yeoreum’s pale cheeks. “Look at that … so nice…”

“I’m not sure most men would want women to describe their penises that way.”

Yeoreum grins. “Why not? Would you prefer it to be described as mean?”

“In a way, yeah.”

Yeoreum scrunches her face up and lets loose a growl, one that maybe is supposed to sound ‘mean’ or ‘hostile’. “Bad penis. Bad boy.”

All this pent-up lust, but you still find yourself melting at the adorable act Yeoreum is putting on before you. “Mean, not insubordinate.”

“Looks like I’ll have to teach you a lesson, young man.” You feel your body tense up as Yeoreum grips the base of your shaft, suddenly, with both hands. “So warm, so hard, just for me?”

“Just for you.”

Yeoreum gives your shaft a few experimental jerks, drawing out a bit of precum that she quickly collects with her thumb and index finger. “This too?”

“It’s a precursor for what’s to come.”

She smirks and licks the precum clean off her digits. “For what’s to cum?”

“For someone so eager, you sure are stalling quite a bit.”

“Well, can you blame me? Now that I learned how mean your penis is, I’m a little apprehensive.”

You sit up, startling Yeoreum just long enough to let you grab her by the shoulders and throw her onto her own bed. In the span of a few seconds, the two of you have swapped places, with you on top. “I’ll show you just how mean it can be.”

Yeoreum looks up at you in awe, and with a clear hint of arousal, as she watches you throw your shirt off. “Oh…” is her breathless response to her eyes landing on your decently well-built six-pack.

“I do martial arts.”

“Hmm, I can’t wait…”

“To do martial arts?”

Yeoreum giggles. “For you to use those muscles to destroy me with that,” she corrects you, nodding at your erection.

The lustful eager sentiment morphs into a sharp gasp and a soft moan when your right hand dives under her skirt again, this time applying firmer pressure against her damp slit. It’s only for a moment, though. “Is that so?”

“Return the favor?”

You lean back, tentatively sitting between her legs, and tugging at her skirt until it comes clean off her legs and gets deposited somewhere on the floor. You can see her breath deepening as your fingers curl around the strings of her underwear, and when lands on the floor along with her skirt, you sit back to admire the view.

“Don’t just stare…”

But you can’t help it. The bush sitting between her legs is slightly unkempt, giving the appearance of having been given a few days to regrow, and the stark contrast it serves with the rest of Yeoreum’s milky-smooth, pearly-white legs magnetizing your eyes directly onto it. “Everything about you is so pretty, Yeoreum.”

“Even … that?”

You can tell that Yeoreum is resisting the urge to cover herself, so you decide to give her an additional reason to continue resisting. “Especially this.” You gently part her legs and rub the prickly hair covering her privates. A soft moan, a shudder, a deep breath is all you need to go deeper, to follow your fingers as they land on her wet entrance. When you push her labia apart with your fingers, you can feel something like a whine escaping Yeoreum’s lips, a noise that only makes you more confident and more aroused. “This…” Beneath the stubbles of dark hair, a quivering set of vaginal lips, shimmering in the bright lights of Yeoreum’s bedroom. Something about it keeps your eyes trained on it, in admiration. Every part of Yeoreum: her face, her figure, her voice, her personality, even her boobs and her pussy, all pristine and perfect. “Such a pretty little kitty that you have here, Summer.”

“Don’t … just look.”

The battle between embarrassment and lust is laced in her voice, trembling but also firm. You can tell by looking, too: the more you look, the shinier her pink folds seem to get.

“Well,” you look up to meet her eyes, noticing the deep red hue her cheeks have taken on, “you’ve more than earned it.” You shift yourself up and position yourself at her entrance, one hand guiding your cock while the other is planted on the mattress for balance. “Are you sure about this?” Yeoreum nods. “And no condom, either?”

“…how are we going to make our creampie if you’re wearing a condom?”

The cheeky response is the last thing that leaves Yeoreum’s lips before the sharp gasp that follows when your cock pierces her pussy lips and buries itself inside her sweltering hot hole.

“You rea—haah, god…” the quippy remark disperses from your lips at the feeling of Yeoreum’s pulsating walls massaging your cock, pulling you deeper into her, smothering you with her warmth and wetness.

“Mmm, you feel so good…”

Yeoreum is absolutely flawless. Long, flowing locks sprawled out every which way, every centimeter you advance inside her causing her face to twist in all new kinds of ways, her unblemished, taut, pearly white skin, her chest that gradually heaves with growing intensity, her gently closed eyes, her perfectly trimmed eyebrows, her bright red, luscious lips stretches out into an open, oval shape, you just simply cannot stop looking at her. And now that her pussy is gripping your cock with such vigor, each convulsion goading you deeper, your mind is completely overtaken by her. The way she gently rolls her hips as you push yourself deeper inside her, the way her eyebrows are drawn together, the beautiful sounds of the sighs and moans and leave her parted lips, the gentle arch of her back and how she throws her head back with every thrust, she’s simply magnetic. Every part of her so seamlessly, effortlessly pulls you in, sucks you in, and you feel utterly powerless to do anything but let yourself get taken by her.

“Gosh … it’s … it’s so warm, so hard, inside me.”

As you rock your hips back and forth, you can feel Yeoreum’s legs slowly start to find their way around your waist and wrap around them. With each movement, every passing moment, the connection between you and Yeoreum deepens. It feels like your bodies are melting together, the warmth exchanged between both bodies intertwining with each other, her hips rising to meet your thrusts as you delve into the deepest, most private and intimate parts of her, legs at first following the back-and-forth motion but eventually pulling at you, directing you to delve deeper still. Your hands find their way onto her breasts, and when they do, Yeoreum lets out another sharp gasp. Her eyes open, petite hands tightly gripping the bedsheets as she looks at you, at the way your hands massage her chest and how you take delicate care to avoid her areola. The heat, the intense pressure, the wetness, contrasting soft, velvety sensation against your fingers and against your palms, you can feel yourself falling, falling, falling into Yeoreum. Every time you let the plush, elastic flesh roll between your hands, every time Yeoreum lets out a soft sigh in response, every time you hit the limits of her body and a shiver overcomes Yeoreum at the sensation of being completely and utterly full, you sink deeper. Deeper and deeper still, Yeoreum drags you. And you offer no resistance.

“You like my boobs that much?”

“I like everything about you.”

“I-I don’t believe you.”

“Why’s that?”

You know why, but you want to hear her say it. And, given the circumstances, you aren’t surprised when she doesn’t hold back when she replies, “You’re doing that on purpose. Ignoring my nipples.”

“If I do that…” Even at the thought, you can feel yourself on the verge of being driven into a frenzy. You hold on. Everything, this, it feels too perfect to let go of so quickly. “…then what?”

Yeoreum’s challenging grin gets at you. You’re always one to raise up to a challenge. Especially when it’s this type of challenge, and especially when it’s Yeoreum. “Are you sure you want to find out?”

It’s a challenge you are all too eager to rise to. “Are you?” It’s undeniable at this point: Yeoreum has you wrapped around her pinky finger. But if that’s the case, if it seems you’re helpless but to obey her every whim, then you might as well enjoy it.

“Wait.” You pause, your fingers millimeters from making contact with the hardened nubs. “I … think … I might pass out.”

“Hm?” You let out a chuckle. “Why do you figure?”

“It feels … you feel too good. If I feel any better, I’ll lose my mi—IIND!” You don’t need any more convincing; at the tail end of her sentence, you fingers descend onto the promised land, and the jarring sensation causes Yeoreum’s back to arch well off the mattress.

“Lose that beautiful mind of yours. You can find it tomorrow morning.”

Yeoreum can’t respond, or even hear you. That action, followed by your index finger and thumb gently rolling each hardened teat between each other, occupies her mind so fully that all other senses are rendered inert. With your erection throbbing so deeply inside her, her legs wrapped around your waist, your hands all over her tits, it feels like she’s slowly losing herself. Not just her sanity, her consciousness being lost in the relentless tsunamis of pleasure washing over it, but her own body as well. Your body heat, your sweat, the very essence of your being is being poured into her. With every synchronized movement, the more heat is generated between both of your hot, sweaty bodies, and as you continue to rock your entire length back and forth inside Yeoreum, the more it feels like your bodies are melting together.

“Please … oh, gosh…”

Yeoreum’s voice, perhaps one of the more distinctive aspects of the package that makes Yeoreum, Yeoreum, and one of the things about her that you find the most charming about her, makes this all the more enjoyable. Yeoreum, using that cute, higher-pitched voice, breathless, panting, unable to string together more than three words, but it still enamors you like no other. Your bodies rock against each other in harmony, her voice mixing in with your voice as bits of her honey gets splattered against your lower body, everything that makes each of you two distinct individuals meld together over time.

“You feel so good, Summer.”

“Mmm yes, keep going, keep going!”

Feeling her body moving in perfect sync with yours, it’s as though you’re starting to synchronize even each other’s sensations. Seeing her body jolting a little every time you squeeze her nipple, seeing the ecstasy on her face when her pussy squeezes your cock extra hard—you don’t know how you can tell, but you just can, that Yeoreum is nearing her climax as are you.

“Yeoreum…”

“Haechan!”

That’s all you need to confirm it. You can see it on her face too: her beautiful features twisted in ecstasy, her movements becoming just as erratic as your own, desperate, needy, drunk on desire and drowning in your mutual lust and arousal, each chasing the climax of each party as well as the other.

“Close, so close, please, please…!”

“Yeoreum, god, I’m going to—”

First, it was your minds that were connected. All your life, you in fact prided yourself in knowing that no one seemed to be able to figure you out. But then, here came Yeoreum to shatter that, insert herself into your world, not invading your mind, but by just being herself. Having that connection, for the first time in your life, you realized actually felt nice, and upon learning that she also yearned for the connection, you were relieved. But, maybe, Yeoreum felt the same way. Did she also find relief in you?

“Give it to me! Give me the creampie that I’ve been asking for all this time!”

“Yeoreum, Summer Lee, you’re so beautiful, so sexy, how can I say ‘no’ when you’re begging so nicely?”

The clapping of your groins against each other nearly overpowers the sounds of pleasure escaping both of your lips. “Do it! Make me that creampie inside me!”

And, like the obedient puppet you are, you unleash everything inside her. Yeoreum lets out a squeal, and, upon feeling your fingers twisting at her nipples as your body tightens at the orgasm coming over your body, finds herself unraveling all over you.

“G-Gah, Yeoreum…”

“S-So hot, oh gosh, it’s like an oven inside me…”

Your body spasms, every thrust painting her insides more and more white.

“All the better to make that creampie, huh?”

Yeoreum’s giggles are interrupted by moans and sighs, her orgasm sending pulses of pleasure throughout her tiny, curvaceous body. “W-Well, well, the key to—to making good … nng, gosh … good pastries, is … is—aahn, yees… is heat.”

With each thrust, you can feel your dick pulsating against her hot, sticky walls, unleashing your portion of the ingredients inside Yeoreum’s inferno, and her answering back by drowning your shaft with wave upon wave of her own fluids. You come down from your climax first, but make sure to keep going to ride out Yeoreum’s, and when that fades, you slow to a halt.

“Oh … my gosh…”

“Oh my gosh, indeed…”

You’re hovering above her, faces inches apart, lazily smiling at each other with your cock still buried to the hilt inside Yeoreum’s oven. The two of you spend a minute or two like, that, simply basking in each other’s presence, chests heaving, slowly but steadily recovering from the intense high that both parties experienced.

“Now that we spent so much energy making this creampie … should we go enjoy it now?”

You laugh. “And how do you propose we do that?”

Yeoreum’s hands wrap around the back of your neck, and you, still fatigued, find yourself being pulled into a kiss. The refractory period hitting you doesn’t take away from the amazing feeling of her lips pressing against yours, and after a while, she pulls you away from her lips. “On second thought…”

“…just one isn’t enough, right?”

Yeoreum grins. “We need at least two.”

“One for each of us.”

You aren’t nearly ready for round two yet, but that doesn’t stop you from feeling that warm, tingling sensation in the bottom of your stomach. Connection. Real and true connection. Never before have you felt so understood, never before did you even realize that you wanted to be of one mind with another human being, yet here she was. Here laid Yeoreum, laying completely bare herself to you, unabashedly, unquestioningly, you. Your minds connected, your bodies connected, your hearts connected. And, when Yeoreum’s roommate comes back later that day to find Yeoreum fast asleep on your chest, albeit under the blanket, but still connected to each other, you two share in the laugh that follows from Luda’s yelp that wakes the two of you up.

“Luda, you’re back?”

Luda, who has long since exited the room post-haste, answered from the other side of the closed door. “…Sorry, I thought I gave you two enough time…”

“It’s ok.”

“But … you should clean up.”

“And destroy the creampie Haechan and I worked so hard to make?”

“Wha—” Luda’s voice cracked at the end of that syllable, causing the two of you to burst into another fit of giggles. “—are you on the pill?”

“Mhm.”

“Oh … um, well, sorry for waking you…”

“What do you want to do for dinner?”

“N-Never mind me. I’ll get dinner somewhere outside.” You can hear Luda shifting on the other side of the door, then hear it stop. “Um … congrats…?”

“Thanks!” comes Yeoreum’s chipper reply. Hearing Luda’s pattering footsteps on the other side of the door, and then hearing the front door opening and closing, Yeoreum looks down at you. “Well?”

“On three?”

Yeoreum nods.

“One…”

“Two…”

“Three!”

“Cajun!”

[gravuredrips]

estelleasj is still pretty as fuck, by the way

Oh, and that's not all.

This is the last photo before I hit send and let this post go on its way. I promise.

Okay this is the super last one, I swear bro, I swear.

Those sexy fucking eyes. She's got a Jennifer Morrison energy to her, if you see it.

I SWEAR THIS IS THE LAST ONE. I'm going to go on my way now. Butt...

Unnhhhh

Nnngghhhh

Her caption for this was "my favourite reading position"

I promise this is the last one but those eyes are overwhelmingly sexy

Her eyes, man. She's just so fucking cute.

Oh my GOD.

Okay fine, FINE, this is the last one!

OHHH

FUUUUHCK

And now we're back in 2021.

[habbzxxx]

Hoodrat Studios: Beijing Baddies Pt.1

Part of my Hoodrat Studios series, see my masterlist for more chapters. 2.8k words. Yuqi, Xiaoting, Ningning, BBC, BNWO, interracial, public sex, NSFW.

A camera panned to the right until a pair of smiling and waving girls were in frame. "Hello I'm Yuqi!" Yuqi said excitedly, "and I'm Ningning!" Ningning said as they blew kisses to it. The camera looked them up and down, both wearing pan-Africa colored cheerleader outfits with socks colored black with gold trim, a golden yellow spade symbol went in a ring around the top of the socks. Their hair was tied back in braided twintails, both wearing hoop earrings with jingling bracelets all over their wrists, the freshest pairs of Nike shoes on their feet.

"Today we're going to play a game, it's called Smash or Pass," Ningning said, "the rules are simple, you go into the hood and ask black men if they'd like to smash or pass on you," Yuqi said as she took over for her and the two began to clap and bounce up and down in place excitedly. "Soooo, let's get started!" Ningning said as the two turned around with the camera following them down the street.

Day was turning into evening and the sun had an hour or two left before it would start to set as the two wandered through a rough looking Detroit neighborhood until they came to a park. "There's a few over there," Yuqi said as the girls started to walk toward a group of young black men hanging out at the edge of the park smoking weed. "Excuse me sir," Yuqi said as she lifted the microphone in her hand and they scrambled to hide the drugs, "would you mind playing a game with us?" she asked as he pulled his hood up and looked at the camera suspiciously.

"What kinda game?" he asked, "well, first of all can we use your likeness for a video that will end up on BBCBaddies.com?" Yuqi asked as Ningning moved to the other side of him and hooked her arm around his. "Uh, that sounds like a porn site," he laughed, "because it is!" Ningning said, "the game is simple, you just have to say whether you'd smash or pass on us," Yuqi said with a smile as she held the microphone out in front of him.

"I mean, uh, what the fuck man," he said as he began to laugh, "this some kinda joke or what?" he asked, "no joking here big daddy," Yuqi giggled as he looked at the camera, "uh, I guess I'd smash both, for real," he said as Yuqi and Ningning looked him up and down. "Would you smash us right here and now for $500?" Yuqi asked as he reeled a bit and looked at his friends, "the fuck is this?" he asked, "bet you bitches are police get the fuck outta here," he said.

"Anyone else want to play?" Ningning asked, the other three of his friends shook their heads. Yuqi and Ningning looked into the camera with disappointed faces, "well, guess we're moving on then," Ningning said as the camera followed them out of the park and down the street, it was quickly turning into night now and the sun was giving off its last rays. "They're a little skittish it seems, maybe the police have been doing some sting operations around here," Yuqi said as they approached a couple black men sitting on a porch.

"Excuse me guys, would you like to play a ga-" Yuqi began to call to them but they both got up and went inside immediately after seeing the camera. "Very skittish," she giggled into the camera as the two made their way further down the street. "Ah, here we go, if we get any takers tonight it'll be here," Yuqi said as they saw a gas station with a couple loitering black men outside it.

Darkness had fulled descended and day had shifted to night as the street lamps came on and they wandered into the park lot of the gas station. "Hello there boys, would any of you like to play a game with us?" Ningning asked as she took the microphone from Yuqi and stepped up to them confidently. "Whatchu tryin' a get? you want some smoke or what girl?" one asked her as he flashed her a bag of weed in his pocket, "no no, we're doing a video for BBCBaddies, it's called smash or pass, would you like to play?" Ningning asked as Yuqi stared up into the eyes of the other one and winked at him.

"Yea why not," he said, "great! it's pretty simple, all you have to do is tell us whether you'd smash or pass on us," Ningning said as she held the microphone up to him. "I'd smash the fuck outta both y'all," he said with a smile, "would you smash us right here for $500?" Ningning asked as his eyes went wide and the two began to laugh. "Wait wait wait wait," he said, waving his hands in front of him, "you're gonna pay US to smash YOU? or you're gonna charge us to smash you?" he asked, "umm, yep, that's the game, if we make you cum we'll give you $500 via CashSnap tonight," Ningning said.

The two men laughed, surely it was too good to be true but the two girls in full blown BNWO attire holding microphones with a third girl holding a camera told them otherwise. "You can't go to jail if the cops are the ones paying, right?" he asked his friend as Ningning and Yuqi waited patiently, "I think that's how it works," his friend said. "Meet us around back and we'll smash," he said, "deal," Ningning said with a wide smile as the girls walked around to the back of the gas station along with Xiaoting behind the camera.

"So uh, how's this work?" he asked, but the words had barely escaped his mouth before the cameras light had turned on and the area was well lit with both Ningning and Yuqi crouched on their knees pulling down their sweatpants and yanking their fat black cocks out. "Holy shit," his friend said as he leaned back against the brick wall and groaned at Yuqi's touch, her hands were already stroking his flaccid black dick that filled them completely.

Ningning had followed suit and had also started stroking the black bull above her, both hands massaging his shaft as her pretty lips kissed the head and her tongue lapped at the musky foreskin that she peeled back slowly for her tongue to tease the sensitive glans. "Oh shit, that's it," he groaned down to her with a hand on the back of her head.

Slowly they gobbled up the thick black dicks in their hands, giggling together like schoolgirls as they stiffened and began to throb at their touch. Xiaoting got the camera in close on Yuqi for a moment and caught a beautiful shot as her tongue twirled around the head and she gave the camera a knowing wink. "Good girl," she said to Yuqi before turning to Ningning who pressed the head into her cheek to bulge it out, her eyes crossing in an exaggerated manner before she corrected herself and slid her mouth further down his hard black cock.

Xiaoting stepped to the side so she could get the perfect angle to show both of them sucking and stroking, she finally found it as she leaned down slightly in her matching BNWO cheerleader outfit. She adjusted a couple settings for the lighting before she got in for some closer shots to show the spit building up on Ningning's chin, quickly the mess devolved into a dripping web of spit that continued the more she sucked.

Meanwhile, Yuqi was equally messy, the front of her top boasting a wet spot from the spit pouring off her chin and dangling from his heavy balls. She tilted her head forward and Xiaoting got the perfect moment on camera as Yuqi slurped his sagging balls storing all the pent up cum she was after. She stepped back for a dual shot again, smiling as Ningning copied Yuqi and buried her face into his heavy sack without hesitation, her mouth opening wide with her lips pulling in a thick nut while she stroked his shiny soaking black cock.

"Fuck, that's it, shit," he groaned as he held Ningning's head in his hands and guided his thick dick back into her gasping mouth. Xiaoting got in close again to capture the moment his hips began to thrust a long black cock into Ningning, pushing it deep into her throat and forcing her to gag up bubbling spit around his shaft until he pulled back to repeat the process.

Next to her Yuqi was coughing and gagging equally hard, her face turning beet red as she was deprived of oxygen when the bull pinched her nose shut and left his heavy thick black dick inside her bulging throat. "Don't you fuckin' touch me, keep those hands down bitch," he said down to Yuqi as her eyes swelled with watery tears that poured down her cheeks.

When he finally let go she coughed and gasped, her chest heaving as she sucked in air and the bull wrapped his hands under her armpits to pull her to her feet. "Get those fuckin' hands on the wall, get 'em up!" he said as he flipped Yuqi's skirt up and slapped her bare ass with so much force it made her cry out in pain. Ningning joined her soon after with her hands on the wall, Ningning's right hand locked with Yuqi's left and they gripped each others palm tight as their panties were pulled to the side and their legs spread.

Xiaoting aimed the camera and held it steady on the two girls looking back, their expressions conveying the moment as the two bulls penetrated them simultaneously without any form of protection. Together they began to thrust their fat black dicks into the pair of tight Chinese sluts, their pace slow at first as the girls adjusted their stances and the bulls felt the raw power of their Chinese pussies gripping them.

With their cunts stretched to their limits, the girls gasped and moaned, writhing together with their asses stuck straight out taking black cock like a couple hot little sluts. Xiaoting would occasionally glance around to make sure nobody else was watching, paranoid about being caught by the police or getting into some other fucked up situation that wouldn't be easily explained away by three girls in cheerleader outfits.

"How's that black cock feel, Ningning?" Xiaoting asked as she got a close up of Ningning's face just as her eyes rolled for a second, "feels so fucking good," she replied, moaning and biting into her lip as she looked back at her bull with lusty eyes. "Yuqi, does black dick feel good? tell me," Xiaoting said as she turned the camera to her, "I only fuck big black cock!" Yuqi said with a smile for the camera, shaking her ass happily while looking back at her own bull who began to fuck her harder upon hearing her words.

"Yea, take that shit," Ningning's bull said as he gripped a hand around her throat and hooked the inside of her cheek with a couple dirty fingers, "take all that shit, take it!" he said as he slammed as much of his BBC into her as he could. The two never let their grip go on each others hands even as the poundings became harder and deeper, the wind being knocked out of them as their stomachs bulged with big black cock.

"CashSnap this load bitch," Yuqi's bull said as he slapped her ass and wrapped his arms around her waist, laying over her back and pressing her to the wall as he began to fill her pussy up with a thick load of cum that pumped into the deepest reaches of her cunt. Xiaoting hurried to get the closeup from behind, the camera looking up between their legs to capture the scene as the first drops of pearly white cum began to dribble from her pussy down his throbbing shaft until they reached his sagging balls and teased Xiaoting to lean forward and have a taste.

Xiaoting couldn't stop herself, she leaned forward with her tongue extended, she turned the camera around and pointed it right at herself as she slurped up all the cum dripping out of Yuqi's bred pussy straight off his balls. She sucked his nuts from the back while she was at it, soon her lust had overwhelmed her and before Xiaoting could do anything about it she was face deep between the bulls asscheeks eating his sweaty black asshole like a buffet with a closing soon sign out front.

Her tongue dragged across his nasty hole from the back of his balls to the crack, occasionally dipping into the grimy hole itself which would contract and wrap tight around the tip of her tongue. It was only when she heard Ningning's screaming that she was reminded she had a job to do and snapped back to it in time to catch Ningning squirting with her eyes crossed, her pussy gushing a huge shower all over the grass and the black cock lodged deep inside.

The wet slapping sound continued as Ningning's bull pumped and pounded away without stopping, his hips only going faster and deeper once she came. Ningning screamed and moaned loudly while standing on her tip toes, her hands against the wall with her mouth wide open as she got blacked on camera. "Fuck yea, fuuuuck yea, I'm gonna fuckin' cum all over that pretty ass face," he said as he pinched Ningning's cheeks together and Xiaoting pointed for Yuqi to join her friend.

He pulled from Ningning and she instantly turned to kneel in front of him, her cheek pushed against Yuqi's as they stuck their slutty tongues out awaiting his orgasm. He stroked himself for a few moments before pointing the tip at their faces and unleashing a series of ropes that shot out across both their faces, webbing across their cheeks, foreheads and getting into their hair before it began to drip and slide down their necks.

Xiaoting closed in on them as he shook the last of it out of his cock and the two girls began to make out while swapping his cum back and forth, slowly cleaning each other up with their tongues and feeding one another an equal amount of black seed to swallow. "I'll need you two to sign this before I can send you any money," Xiaoting said, holding out a digital contract form that released Hoodrat Studios from any liability or copyright infringement, neither one of them bothered to read it as they signed.

"Great! now give me those tags and I'll send you the money," she said as she collected their information and sent them each $500 that announced its arrival on their phones by vibrating in their hands. "Damn, they really were for real," one said with a smile as they both began to walk away to the front of the gas station where they'd spend the rest of the night trying to sell dope and spending all their money on beer.

Xiaoting turned to find Yuqi and Ningning tangled up with each other on the grass, the two of them making out intensely while fingering and fondling one another. Xiaoting looked on for a few moments, she knew this would take a while, they always did this after every scene. "Uh, girls?" Xiaoting said out loud with a smile as they turned to look at her, both inviting her in with their pointing fingers.

It was an offer she couldn't refuse as she set the camera aside and got on the ground with them to be pulled into the makeout session with tongues and hands going anywhere and everywhere. "Well, you don't see that every day," a voice said behind them as the gas station worker opened the door to take the trash out to the dumpster and saw the three girls in cheerleader uniforms making out, only pausing to look back at him in surprise.

The three of them giggled and got up to make their way to whatever the next destination and scene would be. "It's still early, and the hood is full of pent up bulls," Yuqi said while looking back at the camera as her and Ningning locked hands and skipped in front of Xiaoting.

[chrissssssmut-deactivated202509]

can I have yandere teacher reader x nmixx? (ot6)

basically reader is obsessed with nmixx and thought of a plan for years to capture them. then once he finally does, he uses them and abuses them against his own will. (hope this isn’t bad and u don’t have to do this if you don’t wanna!)

SLUT THEM OUT

(Yandere wl SMUT)

NMIXX OT6 x Yandere Male Reader

The studio was silent.

Silent… except for the humming of the old ventilation unit overhead, and the soft, distant sound of muffled footsteps echoing from the floors above.

You stood in the shadowed corner of the underground practice room. Six sets of clothes were carelessly discarded on the small leather couch in the corner, next to the stack of scripts and lesson plans. You had planned this for months. Years.

They trusted you.

“Teacher-nim,” Lily had once said with a shy smile, “you’re always so patient with us.”

And you were. Patient. Kind. Caring. Always watching them practice. Always pretending to be nothing but professional. But deep down? You were counting the days. Waiting for the moment the six of them were finally yours.

And tonight? They walked into your cage willingly.

Click.

The heavy iron doors slammed shut upstairs.

Haewon jolted first. “W-What was that?”

You stepped into the light, calm, composed, the master of the maze you'd built.

“Good evening, girls.”

Their heads turned.

“Teacher?” Kyujin blinked, her long hair sticking to her sweat-damp neck. “What are you still doing here?”

Your smile didn't reach your eyes.

“I should be asking you that. But then again… I did ask for a private lesson, didn’t I?”

Bae frowned, moving toward the exit. “We have our own ride. We should—”

Click.

She twisted the knob.

Nothing.

“What...?”

The panic in their eyes. Delicious.

You walked slowly across the room, the black gloves still on your hands from setting the timer-locked doors.

“I’ve waited long enough. All your teasing... all the dancing, the laughing, the bending over in front of me like you didn’t know what you were doing. You wanted this, didn’t you?”

They looked confused. Terrified. Kyujin tried pulling her phone out.

No signal.

You tilted your head. “You’re in a soundproofed sub-basement beneath the academy. You can scream if you want.”

“Are you crazy?” Sullyoon whispered.

“I’m fucking in love,” you murmured, stepping forward until her back hit the wall. “With all of you.”

They scattered like frightened prey, but there was nowhere to run. The trap was perfect. Cameras disabled. Timers set. Alarms off. You pressed a remote—the lights dimmed to a sultry low red glow.

"Let’s begin."

Lily was the first you dragged back. She fought. God, she fought.

You pressed her down on the polished floor, her leggings tearing under your grip. She screamed—but her voice was muffled when you grabbed her by the throat and whispered into her ear.

“Why do you think I always let you dance in front? Why do you think I stayed late to correct your posture? I watched every bounce of your tits. Every curve of your hips. You're the reason I couldn't sleep at night.”

Her thighs trembled.

“No, no, this is wrong—!”

You ripped the remains of her top open, baring her to the cold air.

“Oh, you love being watched, don’t you, little doll?” you growled. “Let me show you what real attention feels like.”

You shoved her knees apart and lined your cock up with her soaked pussy—because even if she denied it, her body was already betraying her.

“Look at that,” you smirked. “So wet already. You want this.”

“N-no—”

You pushed in slowly, inch by inch—deliberately, cruelly, savoring every twitch of her tight walls as they clamped around your cock.

Lily’s legs kicked uselessly against the floor, her hands pushing at your chest, her fingernails dragging down your shirt—but she couldn’t stop you. Not like this. Not after everything you planned.

She was soaking. You had barely touched her, and she was already wet. Already clenching.

Her breath hitched in her throat.

“N-no, stop—ah—” she choked out as the thick head slipped past her entrance, spreading her open with a slick, obscene sound.

“You’re so tight,” you groaned into her ear, grinding your hips forward, forcing more of your cock inside her aching heat. “So warm. You’ve thought about this, haven’t you?”

She shook her head violently, tears starting to slip from the corners of her eyes.

“Liar,” you growled.

Your hand clamped down around her throat, not hard enough to cut off air—but just enough to hold her still, to make her feel helpless.

“Say you don’t want it again,” you whispered, dragging your lips across the shell of her ear. “Say it while your pussy’s swallowing me.”

Lily sobbed.

Her body betrayed her again—another involuntary squeeze, a desperate shiver of pleasure—and you buried another inch inside her, your hips pressing flush against her soft thighs.

Her jaw dropped with a strangled whimper.

“F-fuck—! Please, I c-can’t—”

“Oh, you can,” you hissed, starting to thrust in shallow, teasing strokes. “You’re going to take every inch of me. Nice and deep.”

Her eyes rolled back when you bottomed out. Her walls stretched, reshaped, forced to mold around your cock. She writhed underneath you, unable to hide how her back arched against the floor, her chest rising with each breathless moan.

“See that?” you murmured darkly, leaning down until your forehead touched hers. “You’re already breaking.”

You gripped her wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand, your other sliding down to cup her cheek roughly.

“This is what happens when you make me wait. When you wear those tiny shorts to dance rehearsals. When you bounce your little ass in front of the mirrors, pretending it’s innocent.”

“I wasn’t—” she cried out, hips involuntarily jerking up against you. “I didn’t mean—”

“Didn’t mean to get me hard every fucking night?” You rammed into her, hard enough to make her yelp. “Didn’t mean to give me wet dreams about bending you over the piano? Don’t you dare pretend you didn’t know.”

You drove into her again, brutal, relentless.

“Lily, you knew. Every giggle. Every arch of your back. You wanted my attention.”

Your lips ghosted down to her neck. “And now you’ve got all of it.”

Her moans were starting to lose resistance—higher-pitched now, broken, breathy. Her thighs quivered around your waist.

“Y-you’re too deep,” she whimpered.

You grabbed her hips and rolled her, bending her knees up to her chest, folding her in half and slamming into her again. Her eyes fluttered.

“Say it,” you growled, your cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside her.

She blinked up at you, lips trembling, cheeks flushed.

“Say you need it.”

“I—I d-don’t—”

You slowed down. Cruel.

Pulled halfway out.

She gasped at the emptiness.

You leaned close again, lips brushing hers, voice dangerously low.

“Say you want me to fuck you. Or I’ll stop. Right now.”

Lily trembled, her body caught between shame and unbearable pleasure.

“I—” her voice broke.

“Louder.”

“…I want it,” she whispered.

Your hand gripped her throat tighter.

“Look me in the eyes when you say it.”

Her lips quivered.

“I want you to fuck me…”

Your mouth curled into a dark grin.

“There’s my good girl.”

And with that, you slammed back into her full force, pounding into her soaked cunt with long, merciless strokes. Her cries filled the studio, echoing off the walls, her body twitching, helpless beneath your grip.

She was yours now.

Completely.

While Lily lay twitching, cum dripping between her thighs, you grabbed Haewon by the arm and pulled her against your chest.

“No. Please—I’m not like her—!” she tried to back away.

You grabbed her chin, forcing her to look.

“But you watched, didn’t you?”

Her lips trembled. She had.

“You liked seeing her used. Filthy little fangirl.”

You shoved her down onto the couch and made her wrap her legs around you.

“You're mine now.”

You kept Haewon pinned beneath you—her body shivering, her breath ragged against your chest. You thrust into her slowly now, deliberately grinding your cock against every sensitive nerve inside her pussy, pulling moans from her even as she tried to bite her lip shut.

“I can feel you clenching,” you whispered, brushing the sweat-drenched hair from her face. “You don’t want me to stop.”

“N-no,” she whimpered, tears still in her eyes. “Please… it’s too much—”

“Too much?” you chuckled cruelly, gripping her hips tighter and slamming into her. Her eyes rolled back, a sob breaking loose.

“I’ve barely started, Haewon.”

She thrashed weakly underneath you, her thighs trying to close—but you just spread them further and held her wide open, watching her fall apart with every slow, punishing stroke.

Her nipples were hard, chest heaving against your own as she sobbed into your shoulder.

“You don’t get to run. You don’t get to hide from this,” you growled, dragging your cock out until only the tip teased her soaked entrance. “This is what happens when you pretend to be sweet. When you flutter those eyes and laugh during lessons. Did you think I didn’t see you tugging your skirt down whenever I walked by?”

You drove back in—hard.

She screamed, her nails digging into your back.

“I saw it all, Haewon. And now I’m going to fuck it into you. Every second of those fantasies I’ve had.”

Her head fell back against the cushions as she writhed, caught between shame and pleasure.

“You want me to ruin you?” you hissed. “To make your pussy mine forever?”

“I-I don’t—” she sobbed.

You slapped your hand across her mouth, pinning her harder.

“Then take it.”

You fucked her faster, deeper, harder—until her whole body bounced against the couch, the slap of skin filling the room. She started gasping under your palm, her thighs trembling uncontrollably.

“I can feel you,” you whispered, nose brushing hers. “You’re going to cum. Do it.”

She choked out a broken moan behind your hand, legs locking around you.

“That’s it. Be my good little slut.”

And then she snapped—her pussy convulsing around you, a sudden flood of heat and slick soaking both your bodies as she let go completely. You didn’t stop. You fucked her through it—past the sensitivity, past the whimpering, until her body gave out beneath you.

When you finally pulled out, her twitching legs slid uselessly to the side of the couch. Her chest rose and fell with ragged exhaustion, cum dripping between her thighs.

And then you turned your head.

Bae was still crawling toward the mirror wall, her back slick with sweat, her hair plastered to her flushed face. She was trembling.

“Don’t,” she whispered when your eyes locked on hers.

But you were already stalking toward her.

“Trying to run?” you murmured, grabbing her ankle.

She kicked—feral, wild, desperate.

“Oh no, no, no,” you growled, flipping her over onto her back. “You don’t get to act like you’re different. You’ve always wanted my attention.”

She spat at you.

“I hate you.”

You laughed—dark, cruel—as you straddled her waist.

“Then hate me with your legs spread.”

She tried to push you off—hands pounding against your chest—but her strength was no match. You pinned both wrists above her head and rutted your hard cock between her thighs, the head dragging slowly between her lips, spreading her slick folds open.

She gasped.

“You’re wet,” you sneered. “Just like the others.”

“No—shut up!”

You shoved yourself inside.

Her eyes flew open.

“Fuck—!”

“That’s it,” you groaned, bottoming out. “You feel that stretch? That’s mine now.”

Her legs kicked again, but her hips had already started moving.

“No—stop—stop moving—I’m not—!”

“Not what?” you hissed into her ear. “Not a slut? Not moaning right now?”

She clenched around you hard.

“I hate you,” she sobbed again.

You tangled your hand in her hair and yanked her head back, forcing her to stare at herself in the full-length mirror beside the wall.

“Then hate me while you’re cumming.”

You slammed into her over and over, her bare ass slapping the cold floor with each thrust. You kept your eyes locked on hers through the mirror, watching every moment of her resistance crack and fall apart.

Her mouth dropped open, her thighs twitching.

“You’re going to cum for the man you hate,” you growled. “You’re going to cum on my cock like the filthy brat you are.”

“F-fuck you—!” she cried out.

“Louder.”

“I—hate—!”

But her back arched violently as her orgasm ripped through her, her moans turning into broken screams as you slammed into her soaked cunt mercilessly.

You didn’t stop.

You forced her to ride it out—again and again—until she collapsed, trembling and glassy-eyed beneath you, legs too weak to even close.

And still, you didn’t pull out.

“Let’s see how long your hate can last.”

The air had shifted.

Three of them remained untouched—Jiwoo, Sullyoon, and Kyujin—huddled in the corner, trembling. The once-pristine practice room now reeked of sweat and cum, the moans and slaps of flesh from earlier still echoing faintly off the studio walls. Your cock stood slick and wet, still twitching with need as you stepped toward them slowly.

They flinched.

“Come here.”

None of them moved.

Your voice sharpened.

“I said—come here.”

Still, nothing. Their chests rose and fell with panicked breaths. And then Sullyoon’s voice cracked.

“F-fuck you.”

You stopped mid-step. Oh?

Jiwoo pushed Kyujin behind her. “We’re not letting you touch us.”

Your grin was slow, dangerous.

“Oh, you’re still pretending you have a choice?”

Without a word, you moved. They screamed and scattered—like deer—but you were faster.

Kyujin made it halfway to the mirror before you tackled her from behind, dragging her down by the ankle. Jiwoo lunged to help—but you shoved her aside, slamming her against the glass.

She groaned and crumpled.

Sullyoon screamed and grabbed the nearest metal chair, swinging it toward you with shaking hands. It scraped the floor.

You caught it.

She stared in disbelief.

You ripped it from her grip and tossed it behind you like it was nothing, grabbing her by the throat with one gloved hand and lifting her onto her toes.

“Trying to fight me now?” you hissed, dragging her closer to the center. “You watched what happened to the others—and still thought you could stop me?”

She choked, eyes wide.

“I gave you a chance to crawl. Now you get to beg.”

You tossed her forward—hard—onto the mat beside the barre. Her knees hit first. You reached down, fisting her hair and shoving her face toward your cock.

“Open.”

She shook her head furiously.

You slapped her across the cheek.

“Open.”

Tears burst from her eyes as her lips parted.

“Good girl,” you sneered. “Now clean me. All of it.”

You shoved your cock into her mouth—forcing her to taste every drop of cum and slick from the others. She gagged immediately, eyes watering as you grabbed both sides of her head and began to thrust.

“I should’ve started with you,” you growled, ramming into her throat. “Mouth like that? Made for being used.”

She sobbed, but your cock silenced everything. You fucked her throat mercilessly, watching drool and spit mix down her chin. Her hands clawed at your thighs, but you held her still—until you pulled back, letting her gasp for air, her face streaked and ruined.

“Now bend over.”

You shoved her down, face-first onto the floor, her ass up in the air, panties already soaked through with shame.

“No—please—”

You ripped them down and plunged into her raw, her scream muffled by her own hand as she tried to cover her mouth.

“This is what you get for resisting me.”

You pounded into her, body jerking beneath you with every thrust, her sobs turning into something higher-pitched—moans she tried to hide.

“You hear yourself?” you hissed. “Even now, you love it.”

When she came, she clenched so hard your hips stuttered.

While Sullyoon lay twitching and sobbing on the floor, you turned back to Jiwoo.

She tried to crawl away—still fighting, still pretending—but the fight had already bled from her limbs.

You grabbed her by the wrist, dragging her toward the couch. She shrieked and swung at you—one last hit.

It landed weakly against your cheek.

You laughed.

“That all you’ve got?”

You yanked her down onto your lap and shoved her back, letting her straddle your thighs. Her eyes widened as she felt your cock press against her soaked slit—because even though she’d fought, her pussy betrayed her. It was dripping.

“N-no, I didn’t—!”

“Oh, you did,” you growled. “You’ve been wet since I took Lina. You sat back there and rubbed your thighs together, didn’t you? Wishing it was you.”

You grabbed her panties and tugged them aside, rubbing the head of your cock through her folds.

Her voice broke.

“Please… don’t put it in…”

You pulled her hips down, slowly—forcing her to sink onto your cock inch by inch. She shook in your grasp, hands clawing at your shoulders, legs twitching around your waist.

Her pussy clenched like velvet heat.

“Oh my god,” she gasped.

“That’s right,” you whispered in her ear. “Now ride.”

“No—”

You grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back, forcing her to look into your eyes.

“Ride me.”

She whimpered, her thighs shaking as she started to bounce. You held her hips steady, forcing her to go deeper with each thrust until her voice was a broken chorus of gasps and whines.

“You’re gonna cum on this cock like the slut you are.”

“I’m not—!” she sobbed.

You slapped her ass hard.

“Then why are you moaning?”

Her walls clenched around you violently, and with a long, drawn-out scream, she came undone—collapsing against you, nails digging into your skin, twitching as she rode out the orgasm.

And finally—Kyujin.

She had backed herself into a corner behind the mirror, wide-eyed, whispering something under her breath.

“No… no… I’m not like them…”

You walked toward her slowly, your cum-covered cock still hard and gleaming in the red light.

“I didn’t even touch you yet,” you said. “But your thighs are clenched. Your lips are shaking.”

“I’m not like them,” she repeated, trembling.

You dropped to your knees in front of her, gently stroking her cheek.

“You want me to stop?”

She nodded.

You leaned in, lips brushing hers.

“Then beg.”

Her voice caught.

“P-please…”

“Please what?” you murmured.

“…Please ruin me.”

You smiled.

She didn’t even resist when you pulled her onto the floor, spreading her legs wide and lining yourself up. Her hands reached up to your shoulders like she needed you—craved you—and when you pushed inside, her body arched, back lifting off the ground as she let out a strangled moan.

“Just like that,” you groaned. “You’re already so fucking tight.”

You fucked her like an animal—deep, raw, loud. Her legs wrapped around you without being told, her cries echoing louder than any of the others. You filled her to the hilt and let her ride it, hips slamming into hers as she screamed your name like a prayer.

By the time you came inside her, she was begging you to never stop.

All Six: Broken. Owned.

The six of them lay scattered across the studio—sweaty, trembling, dripping with your cum. Not a single plea to leave. Not a single word of protest. Only dazed, glassy-eyed obedience.

You stood in the center of the room—cock twitching again.

They stared at you like you were god.

And you still had hours left before the doors unlocked.

[authorhjk1]

BLACK GAHYEON BY DREAMCATCHER

Black

(Gahyun X Male Reader) Wordcount: 1578 words

The park is buzzing with the afternoon crowd. Couples visit the café while enjoying the summer sun. But Gahyun isn’t paying attention to any of it. She’s leaning against the photo booth, her boyfriend standing next to her, twirling a straw between her lips with boredom. She’s restless. She always is when she isn’t getting what she wants.

And then she sees you.

Tall. Broad shouldered. Way taller than her boyfriend. Your face looks sharp, your beard neatly trimmed. You walk through the plaza with confidence. The sight of you makes her stomach flutter. Her thighs squeeze together almost immediately. A rush of heat floods her as her panties grow damp in seconds. She’s been waiting for someone like you. She’s felt needy the entire day and now finally found someone who could take care of the need between her legs. Her boyfriend is saying something. She doesn’t even hear him. Her eyes are locked on you. Her lips curving into a sly smile. He has tried to satisfy her before, but they both know that Gahyun is looking for more.

“Mmm. Now that’s interesting.”

Her boyfriend frowns.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

She brushes her hair behind her ear, already stepping forward. She lifts her chin and calls out.

“Hi.”

You glance over. She’s petite and cute, but her bangs give her a more serious expression and it seems as if bratty energy is rolling off her in waves.

“What’s up?”

“You’re hot. That’s what’s up.”

You raise an eyebrow. Usually you’re the one who approaches a woman. And usually they aren’t as straightforward as she is.

The man beside her stiffens. Her boyfriend?

“Gahyun…”

She ignores him completely. Instead she tilts her head at you.

“Do you always walk around looking like that? All sexy and… hot? Because it’s kind of unfair. You make everyone else look boring.”

You chuckle, not really sure how to respond.

“That’s one way to say hello.”

“It’s the only way I say hello. Why waste time pretending I don’t like what I see?”

Her boyfriend shifts uncomfortably, but she only presses further. She leans in until she’s close enough for you to catch the faint scent of her perfume.

“Come take a picture with me. In here.”

She taps the side of the photo booth.

“It’ll be fun.”

You hesitate, raising a brow.

“With your boyfriend right there?”

Her smirk deepens.

“Makes it hotter, don’t you think?”

Her boyfriend mutters something under his breath, but Gahyun doesn’t give you time to think. She grabs your wrist, her grip surprisingly firm for her size and tugs you toward the curtain.

“Don’t be shy.”

She purrs, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“I promise you won’t regret it.”

And before you know it, she’s pulled you inside the booth. The curtain is drawn but swaying faintly with every movement. The screen blinks its countdown, and the little camera lens stares down at you both like an unblinking eye. Gahyun doesn’t waste a second. She presses her body flush against yours, kissing you hungrily. Her tongue teases the seam of your lips just as the first flash goes off. It captures her bratty grin and your startled expression.

She giggles against your mouth.

“Mmm… perfect. Souvenir number one.”

Her hands are everywhere. They tug at your shirt and slide boldly over your chest. The second flash pops as she straddles your lap. Her skirt rides high. Her panties are already damp enough for you to feel through the thin fabric.

“God, you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this.”

She whispers, rocking her hips against you. Another flash. This one freezes her head tipped back, lips parted, while your hands grip her waist.

Outside, her boyfriend paces back and forth with his arms crossed. He hears the muted laughter and the soft thuds against the booth’s walls. Then the machine whirs. The first photo strip slides into the tray. He snatches it up. And his stomach drops.

The first image: Gahyun’s mouth crushed against yours, eyes closed in bliss.

The second: her climbing onto your lap, skirt bunched, panties clearly on display.

The third: her moaning, hair messy, while your hand is already tugging at her thigh.

Inside the booth, the air is filled with the sound of shallow breaths. The cramped seat creaks as Gahyun wriggles, pulling your zipper down with quick, greedy hands. She laughs under her breath.

“Smile for the camera, baby. My boyfriend’s going to see everything.”

The fourth flash bursts just as she frees your cock. Her eyes grow wide, her mouth already open in anticipation.

Gahyun sinks down, taking you into her mouth with a loud, needy moan. Her tongue swirls eagerly around you as her lips stretch wide. The next flash captures her on her knees. Her hair spills forward and drool glistens at the corner of her mouth as she works your cock deeper.

Outside, another strip prints. Her boyfriend grabs it with trembling fingers. His face is burning as he sees her sucking you off, her eyes half lidded, expression ecstatic. Each frame is undeniable proof of her betrayal.

Inside, she pulls off your dick with a wet pop. She gasps as she wipes her chin with the back of her hand.

“Mmm… you taste so good already. Now fuck me. Right here.”

She hikes her skirt up herself and pushes her panties aside. The booth is far too small and too cramped, but that doesn’t stop her from grinding down on you and guiding your cock into her soaked pussy. The next flash captures her expression mid gasp. Her body is sinking down, her eyes rolling back. Another captures her clutching at your shoulders with her mouth wide open in a cry of pleasure.

Outside, her boyfriend stares at the strip. Each new image is worse. His girlfriend spread open, riding another man in the tiny booth while she grins for the camera.

In said booth, the countdown doesn’t stop. Gahyun’s hips slap against you as the camera keeps flashing, freezing her bratty smile, her messy hair and her desperate pleasure.

“F-fuck, this is perfect.”

She moans as her nails dig into your shoulders.

“Every picture is proof… he’s out there, seeing me fall apart on your cock. And there’s nothing he can do.”

Another flash. Another printed strip. Proof after proof of his humiliation. You notice how hungrier and needier Gahyun gets the more she humiliates him. And she keeps moving. She keeps riding you harder and keeps moaning louder. The booth immortalizes every second. The walls are damp with heat, the air thick with the smell of sex. Gahyun’s knees dig into the padded seat as she bounces on your lap. Her skirt is bunched around her waist. Her panties dangling uselessly at her thigh. Every movement makes the tiny space creak while the camera flashes relentlessly. It freezes her bratty grin one moment, her open mouthed moan the next. She clings to you, her clothed breasts pressed against your chest with sweat sticking to her exposed skin. “God, yes. He will watch me cum all over you… watch me take you like I’ve wanted all along.”

Your grip on her hips tightens. The cramped space makes every thrust rougher and deeper. Her walls clench greedily around you. She tips her head back. Her hair falls wild as her lips part in a cry as another flash bursts, capturing her bliss.

Her boyfriend stares down at the strip that just printed. Gahyun mid bounce. Her face undone with ecstasy. Your hands gripping her hips like you’ll never let her go. His stomach knots, but he can’t look away.

Eventually, you feel the edge building. Your cock twitches inside her as she squeezes tighter around you. Gahyun notices instantly. Her bratty smirk returns and her eyes glisten.

“You’re close, aren’t you?”

She teases you as her lungs try to catch enough breath.

“Do it. Cum inside me. Claim my pussy right in front of him.”

Her pace grows frantic. Her cries grow louder. Her nails bite into your shoulders as she rides you mercilessly. You groan as your restraint shatters. Your climax finally hits. The camera flashes the exact moment your load spills into her. Her body jerks as she gasps. Her mouth opens in a cry that’s equal parts shock and delight. She shudders as she feels your cum flood her. Her cunt clenches instinctively around every pulse.

Instead of hiding it, Gahyun makes a show of it.

Still trembling on your lap, she turns her head toward the camera. Her eyes are wide in exaggerated surprise. She parts her lips, gasping dramatically. Her hand flies up to cover her mouth halfway. Not to hide it, but to emphasize the moment. Her expression screams “caught in the act”.

The next photo strip slides out with a soft whirr.

Outside, her boyfriend snatches it immediately. His hand is shaking. His breath catches when he sees it. Gahyun in full view, straddling you, her skirt hiked, the angle just low enough to show where you’re buried inside her. Her hair is a tangled mess, her cheeks are flushed and her eyes stare right at the camera. Her lips are parted in a perfect O. Her hand is pressed delicately to her mouth in fake shock, like she’s mocking him. And the detail that twists like a knife. The subtle streaks on her thighs. Glistening proof of your cum dripping out of her as she poses.

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I knew I wasn't a normal girl. There was something that separated me from the other young women I went to school with. I had joined a sorority, hoping that this would mean instant friends that I would keep for the rest of my life. Instead, it merely highlighted the fact that other girls didn't seem to like me very much. I knew that many of them were jealous of me. I knew that guys found me extremely attractive, and I know that made a lot of my new sorority friends insecure. I had the kind of body that actresses have to work hard to maintain, though I didn't have to put in any effort. My tits looked like I had undergone the knife, but they were just natural. I wore my light brown hair with added highlights that turned me into a very pretty brunette. I knew I looked good, and I was confident in myself.

Other women hated my confidence and saw it as confrontational. I found myself spending less and less time at the sorority house. College wasn't going as I had planned. I wasn't doing as well in my courses as I had hoped, and things were generally unsettling. I felt a pang of anxiety as I made my way from the sorority meeting I had just attended to my car parked nearby. I still hadn't moved into the house. I was still a pledge. I was digging in my purse for my keys when I heard something rustling in the bushes behind me.

"Hey! Isa!" a male voice called out. I looked around me, trying to make sense out of what was happening. A bunch of guys ran out from behind the bushes and grabbed me until I could feel all of their hands gripping various parts of my body. There was a hand on my ass that was unsettling, and a hand on my tits, which wasn't cool.

"Stop!" I screamed, but their hands were getting brazen, and I could feel one moving up my shirt and grabbing my breast through my bra. Another hand shot up the back of my shirt and expertly undid my bra clasp. Many hands instantly groped my tits. There were hands up my skirt and fingers in my panties. One of the guys was in my vagina now, fingering me. I felt weak with fear, and though I fought as hard as I could, I was tired already, and I couldn't keep fighting, not against so many guys. The fingers in my pussy were working in and out of me. I let out a moan that probably made the guys think that I liked what they were doing to me.

Fingers were in my asshole now as well, and I screamed more loudly as I attempted to move my asshole away from the fingers. I forgot about the hands all over my tits, but they pinched my nipple, and I felt my pussy tighten. I was getting wet.

"Let's take her to our spot," one of the guys suggested.

"Yeah! Let's carry her!"

"No!" I screamed, but they hoisted me into their arms and worked together to carry me to a dark alley that wasn't far from where I had parked. I wasn't fighting as much now. I had always been curious about what a gangbang would be like, and I was half hoping that I was about to find out. These guys were serious. They had already diddled my pussy and ass and pinched my nipples. I was horny now, aching for something more to happen. I wondered if my sorority sisters would hate me more for what I was about to do, not that I had any choice in the matter. I was being raped. What no one would ever know was how much I wanted it to happen. I know this is twisted and controversial, but I'm trying to be honest here. I knew that I was about to be raped, but it didn't feel like rape. It felt like something I had always wanted was about to happen.

The guys lay me down on a double-sized mattress that had been placed behind one of the dumpsters. I put up somewhat of a fight to make it seem realistic. I let them peel my skirt off me and then the shirt I was wearing. My bra was already mostly off, and my tits were bare. My panties were soaked. One of the guys peeled them from my pussy and down my legs.

"Damn, look how wet her panties are!" he remarked to his buddies.

"She likes this shit," one of them laughed.

"You like dick, pledge?" one of them asked me. "You know your sisters told us that you would like this."

"They…they did?" I asked, my voice shaking with what probably sounded like fear to them. Only I knew the truth. I was excited. I was tired of waiting. I wanted to get used to all of their cocks, and I willed it to happen.

"Yes, they did. Now open your legs."

"No!"

"Either you open them, or I'm going to have to force them open." I know I probably should have opened my legs, but I wanted them to force me to open them. I was turned on by the thought of them making me open them, of them making me fuck their dicks. I wasn't going to make it easy for them. I wanted them to think that I wasn't about this. I wanted it to feel real, not just for me, but for them. They were getting off on forcing me as much as I was getting off on being forced.

"John, Malcolm, come help me," the guy who was prying my legs open asked his friends to come to his aid. I put up a valiant fight as the guys parted my legs, revealing my shaved pussy. "There we go. That is a pretty pussy. I'm first," he announced, and he got up to pull his shorts and boxers off, revealing a smooth, cut cock that made my heart skip a beat.

I'd had sex with a lot of guys before this moment. I was a bit slutty, I guess. I liked the way it felt to fuck. Though I had never had a threesome, I dreamed of getting fucked against my will by groups of men. It was a fantasy I had thought about many times while I made myself cum back in high school. I had watched gangbang porn while I used my vibrator on myself, and every time, I had cum so fucking hard.

Now it was happening, and this guy I didn't even know was pushing his cock into my pussy. I gasped as I realized how thick his dick was. I felt my eyes fill up with tears, not because I was despondent but because his cock was so dense that it was stretching my pussy past its comfort level. I made a sound as his cock reached the depths inside of me. Every stroke of his dick formed a new bruise on my cervix, and though it should have made me try to run away, it didn't. I enjoyed the way he was fucking me, his friends on either side of me holding my legs open and two other guys holding down each of my arms.

"Open your mouth, slut. I have something for you," another voice was talking to me. I was a bit dazed, but I opened my mouth and felt a cock slide in. I wasn't the best at giving blowjobs. I had given many of them, and yet I wasn't sure what the secret was. I tried to keep my mouth open so this strange guy could fuck my face. I tasted the bitterness of cum in my mouth and quickly swallowed. Another dick promptly filled my mouth, and it wasn't long before I tasted cum again. I could feel hands everywhere, not just holding me down but rubbing me sexually. Someone was licking and sucking on my nipples, and the guy fucking me was now cumming directly in my pussy. They weren't using condoms, and I should have been alarmed, but I remained strangely calm as if this was happening to someone else, not me.

They continued to fuck me, taking turns in my pussy and mouth. I couldn't help but cum on their cocks as they used me. It seemed like when one guy left, another guy came and took his place. I knew their frat house wasn't far from the alley I was getting raped in. They were sending new guys to the scene to have their turn in my holes.

"Ben! Bro! Come on in here. We are having a hazing session with Isa."

"The fine ass hot girl?"

"Yeah!"

"I want her asshole."

"We haven't been fucking her ass."

"I'm going to," I could hear Ben making his way toward the bed. Most of the guys cleared the bed so Ben could have his way with me. I knew that he was the president of this fraternity. We had met on a few occasions. I remembered all of the girls in my sorority talking about how much they wanted to fuck him.

"Isa, do you remember me?" he asked.

"No," I shook my head, playing dumb.

"Let's flip you over like this." He gently moved me onto my stomach, and it was only a few seconds before he was attempting to push his cock into my virgin asshole. I had always said no to anal sex. It scared me, but now I was about to be anally raped, and something about that turned me on in a sick, twisted way. I knew that all of this was crazy and disgusting. I knew that I shouldn't like this, but I did. I liked it. I let Ben push his cock into my asshole, and I screamed as the pain filled my senses.

"Stay down!" Ben pushed my face down to the bed and continued to move more of his cock into me.

"It hurts!" I screamed.

"Shut up and take it like a good girl, Isa. That's it. There you go. See? That's not so bad."

"Fuck! It hurts!" I screamed again, and though it did hurt, there was also a part of it that felt good. Ben seemed to like the fact that he was hurting me with his big dick. His cock got harder every time I screamed, and I realized what a piece of shit he really was. He fucked my ass for what felt like hours, until he finally came, dumping his load deep in my ass.

"My turn!" another guy jumped in.

"I want her mouth," another guy pushed his dick down my throat. I was taking it in the ass pretty good. It was getting more manageable now, and it felt looser. The guy fucking my asshole came pretty fast, but he was replaced by another guy and then another.

"I think we should use all of her holes at once, triple stuff her," a male voice suggested.

"Yeah, let's make her airtight."

Before I knew it, I had a cock in my ass, a cock in my pussy, and a cock in my mouth. I had never been so overstimulated in all of my life. I could feel the sensations of pleasure emanating from each of my holes, even my asshole. I realized that having cocks in my pussy and ass at the same time was much better than either one by itself. The orgasms I was having were so intense that I started to worry that I wouldn't live through them. I was being consumed by pleasure, and I had long forgotten that I was supposed to be pretending not to like this. Orgasm after orgasm racked my body, and the screams I was emitting were so loud that someone was bound to call the cops.

"I can't cum anymore," one of the guys said after he blew a load all over my face. I could barely see through the cum as it stung my eyes.

"Go get the pledges. I think they deserve to nut in this slut too," one of the guys called out.

"Good idea," another replied as he ran to get the pledges.

The pledges were a lot rougher than their more mature counterparts. They fucked my pussy, ass, and mouth much more roughly. I was a bit scared that they wouldn't know when to stop. I started to whimper, unable to say anything because of the cock fucking my face. I could feel the pressure of the cock in my ass. It pushed all the way in until his balls touched my pussy and then pulled it back out until the head was all the way out of my asshole. Then he pushed it back in again. He moved the head of his dick slowly in and out of my asshole. Each time, I could feel the pain of penetration. The cock in my pussy was fucking me deep.

The orgasm I had was the best in my life. I let out a guttural growl as I came. I could feel my entire body tense and relax with the contractions of the orgasm. The pledges that were inside of me didn't stand a chance. They all came hard, almost at the same time, until they were done with me. I lay there, their cum seeping from my pussy and ass, the taste of bitterness still on my tongue.

"Anyone else want a turn in this slut?" someone asked.

"Nah, she's done," one of the pledges said. "But we should get her again."

"Yeah, we should."

"Your hazing session is over," the guy told me. "Your clothes are here," he said, throwing them toward me. "Be careful walking to your car. There are some monsters out there that will rape you if you're not careful." He laughed and stalked off after his pledge buddies.

It took a while for me to get up. It was the pressure of all the cum inside of my ass that finally motivated me to move. I made my way back to my sorority house to use the bathroom. Seeun, one of the older sisters, opened the door and let me in.

"Isa? What happened to you?" She looked worried.

"Nothing," I told her.

"Are you sure?" she looked concerned.

"I'm fine. I just need to use the restroom," I pushed past Seeun and quickly ducked into the bathroom, where I let the cum that was trapped in my ass explode into the toilet. I felt so used. I looked in the mirror at myself, my makeup smeared, and my body showing signs of bruising already. I hated the way I looked, and yet, my heart was pounding in a new way, one that I wasn't expecting. I was still horny, and I knew that there was something very wrong with me. I should have been upset. I should have called the police. Instead, I did something very different.

I walked back through the house, not bothering to say goodbye to Seeun or anyone else. I walked to the frat house of the guys that had just raped me and pounded on the door until they opened it.

"Isa? Everything okay?" the guy who opened the door asked.

"Yeah. Can I come in?"

"Sure," he said. "I'll go get Marshall."

"Marshall?" I asked. I realized I had no idea what any of their names were. After a bit, the guy who had been the first to fuck my pussy that night appeared before me.

"Is everything okay?" he asked.

"You guys raped me," I said, staring him down.

"That was just hazing. It happens to everyone. Don't make this into a big deal," Marshall tried to smooth things over.

"I'm just so…so overwhelmed," I said, trying to explain. I didn't know why I had come there. I had no words or explanations. Instead, I stood up and pulled my shirt off and then my bra. "Look at all the bruises you made."

"Look, Isa, I'm sorry but-"

"You bruised my pussy!" I interrupted him. I removed my skirt and panties and sat down on the nearest chair, opening my legs.

"It doesn't look bruised to me," he retorted.

"You can't see it because the bruises are inside."

"Maybe I should check," he pulled his cock out and boldly walked toward me. I kept my legs open for him so he could push his cock back inside of me.

"Yes, see! It's bruised!" I moaned.

"I can't feel the bruises. Maybe I should go harder." His eyes narrowed into sadistic slits as his cock sunk deep into my open pussy. He held me by the shoulders, pulling my body onto his cock as he pushed into me. I had never been fucked this way, and I began to squeal as my orgasm overtook me.

Our noisiness had attracted the attention of the other guys. I could hear them all talking about me, the word "slut" buzzing throughout the room. Soon I would be stuffed with all of their cocks again. Soon I would be their rape victim once again. I wasn't sure why I was doing this, but college became a very different experience after that day. I found myself wearing sluttier clothes and putting myself in precarious positions. I was hoping that another group of guys would stuff me with all of their cocks against my will. I would go to parties and pretend to be passed out with my pussy hanging out of my skirt, hoping that someone would rape me.

I was raped 47 times while I was in college, if you can really call it rape. Of course, you know I wanted it. You know I liked it. I just couldn't tell any of them how much, or it would take away from the fun. I wanted each guy to feel like they were really raping me, so it could be fun the way I liked it. I wanted them to really use me, not go easy on me. I got a bit of a bad reputation at my college for being a rape-bait slut. My sorority sisters didn't like what I was doing, and so I dropped out of the sorority. I realized I didn't need to be in a club to get raped by a bunch of fraternity guys.